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And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.

Boris Pasternak

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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Arms Beautiful Bold Draw Fall Gift Goodness Togetherness Yourself
How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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Alive Hurt Thinking
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.
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Character Force Goodness Myself Revolution Thinking
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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Compassionate Feeling Object Ourselves Strong Victim
A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.
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Angel Flame Shadow Temptation
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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Burn Candle Deep Snow World
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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Blade Creation Poetry Rich Tears
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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Freedom Light Myself People
Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.
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Astonish Gratitude Proud Touch
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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Art Death Life Meditation Occupation Realization
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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Cold Life Ourselves Secret Stream Suffering Warm
As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.
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Erupt Explosion Myself Understand Wonderful World
Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.
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Experience Notice People Remark
That’s metaphysics, my dear fellow. It’s forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won’t take it.
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Funny Myself Science Stomach
Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
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Art Risk Sacrifice Spiritual Thinking
If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself.
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Change Figure Life Principle

And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.

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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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