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 PASTERNAKThe writer is the Faust of modern society, the only surviving individualist in a mass age. To his orthodox contemporaries he seems a semi-madman.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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Yet the order of the acts is planned And the end of the way inescapable. I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees’ hypocrisy.
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In 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.
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Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.
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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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I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
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Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.
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I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies.
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It is no longer possible for lyric poetry to express the immensity of our experience. Life has grown too cumbersome, too complicated. We have acquired values which are best expressed in prose.
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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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To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.
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But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
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Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.
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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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During the last years of Mayakovski’s life, when all poetry had ceased to exist . . . literature had stopped.
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She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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