Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.
BORIS PASTERNAKLove is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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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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What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup.
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Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.
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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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I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
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Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
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Failure to love is almost like murder.
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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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What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.
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How many things in the world deserve our loyalty? Very few indeed. I think one should be loyal to immortality, which is another word for life, a stronger word for it.
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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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She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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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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Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
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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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