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In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.

Boris Pasternak

You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.
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Heaven Kissing Myself Teaching
Art is interested in life at the moment when the ray of power is passing through it.
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Art Interest Moments Power
He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
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Himself Natural Tragedy
What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.
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Man Power Resist Truth
In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.
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Death Life Lose Necessary
I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
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Enough Hate Kill Myself Yourself
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
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
The writer is the Faust of modern society, the only surviving individualist in a mass age. To his orthodox contemporaries he seems a semi-madman.
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Himself Modern Society Survival Writing
Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
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Born Life Live Man Preparation
But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
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Conscience Embrace Fear Live
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
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
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
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
When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.
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Easy Great Heart Knock Life Missing Moments Yourself

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