Mother Russia is on the move, she can’t stand still, she’s restless and can’t find rest, she’s talking and she can’t stop.
BORIS PASTERNAKIn 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.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.
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Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.
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You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction’s path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty – Which draws us together.
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We must discover security within ourselves.
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No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
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As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy. Translation is very much like copying paintings.
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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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That’s metaphysics, my dear fellow. It’s forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won’t take it.
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The unarmed power of naked truth.
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No deep and strong feeling, such as we may come across here and there in the world, is unmixed with compassion. The more we love, the more the object of our love seems to us to be a victim.
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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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He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
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The whole wide world is a cathedral; I stand inside, the air is calm, And from afar at times there reaches My ear the echo of a psalm.
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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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She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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