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.
BORIS PASTERNAKArt is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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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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She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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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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I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
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We’re all time’s captives, hostages to eternity.
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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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As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.
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How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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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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You are eternity’s hostage A captive of mine.
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He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.
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In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.
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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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That’s metaphysics, my dear fellow. It’s forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won’t take it.
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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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