I used to be very revolutionary, but now I think that nothing can be gained by brute force. People must be drawn to good by goodness.
BORIS PASTERNAKLiterature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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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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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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I have the impression that if he didn’t complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.
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During the last years of Mayakovski’s life, when all poetry had ceased to exist . . . literature had stopped.
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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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Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it.
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In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.
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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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In this era of world wars, in this atomic age, values have changed. We have learned that we are guests of existence, travelers between two stations. We must discover security within ourselves.
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If it’s so painful to love and absorb electricity, how much more painful it is to be a woman, to be the electricity, to inspire love.
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To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.
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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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He comes as a guest to the feast of existence, and knows that what matters is not how much he inherits but how he behaves at the feast, and what people remember and love him for.
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Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.
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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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