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Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.

Boris Pasternak

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
But the division in him was a sorrow and a torment, and he became accustomed to it only as one gets used to an unhealed and frequently reopened wound.
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Accustom Division Healing Sorrow Torture Wound
The unarmed power of naked truth.
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Arm Naked One Liner Power Truth
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
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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Deserve Immortal Life Loyalty Strong World
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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Calm Myself Reach Religious Stand World
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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Age Change Discover Existence Guest Ourselves Science Security Travel War World
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
How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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Alive Hurt Thinking
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
No bad man can be a good poet.
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Bad Goodness Man One Liner Poet
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
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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Act End Escape Hypocrisy One Liner Order Planning
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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Discussion Necessary Poetry Simplicity Talk
As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy. Translation is very much like copying paintings.
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Modern Paint Rare Translation Writing
I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
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Enough Hate Kill Myself Yourself

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