We’re all time’s captives, hostages to eternity.
BORIS PASTERNAKBut the division in him was a sorrow and a torment, and he became accustomed to it only as one gets used to an unhealed and frequently reopened wound.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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Art is interested in life at the moment when the ray of power is passing through it.
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I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
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Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.
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Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don’t love it sufficiently.
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You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.
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In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.
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The writer is the Faust of modern society, the only surviving individualist in a mass age. To his orthodox contemporaries he seems a semi-madman.
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Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.
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I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.
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Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.
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To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.
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They don’t ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
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Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The powers of darkness will in time Be crushed by the spirit of light.
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It is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.
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He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.
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