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I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.

Boris Pasternak

Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
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Art Discover Extraordinary Literature People Word
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
Failure to love is almost like murder.
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Death Failure Love Murder One Liner
And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?
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Fate Feeling Heart Myself Sensitive
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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Deep Electricity Love Pain Woman
I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
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Forever I Love You One Liner Sanity Wild
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
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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Hate Love Yourself
Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
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Love Marriage Sacred Weakness
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
An unshared happiness is not happiness.
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Happiness Share
The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.
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Artist Discover Himself
In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.
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Fools Generation Himself Talk Truth
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 is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.
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Description Fall Light Object

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