Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
BORIS PASTERNAKHe was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
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We’re all time’s captives, hostages to eternity.
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We must discover security within ourselves.
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I have the impression that if he didn’t complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.
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As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth.
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You are eternity’s hostage A captive of mine.
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What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup.
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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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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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How many things in the world deserve our loyalty? Very few indeed. I think one should be loyal to immortality, which is another word for life, a stronger word for it.
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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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An unshared happiness is not happiness.
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And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.
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When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.
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Oh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people’s songs.
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