Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.
BORIS PASTERNAKHe was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.
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We must discover security within ourselves.
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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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All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.
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Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
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I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies.
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It is no longer possible for lyric poetry to express the immensity of our experience. Life has grown too cumbersome, too complicated. We have acquired values which are best expressed in prose.
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She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
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And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness.
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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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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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In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.
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No bad man can be a good poet.
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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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