That’s metaphysics, my dear fellow. It’s forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won’t take it.
BORIS PASTERNAKMan is born to live, not to prepare for life.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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The whole of life is symbolic because the whole of it has meaning.
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Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.
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An unshared happiness is not happiness.
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All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.
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Failure to love is almost like murder.
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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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The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.
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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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Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
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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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During the last years of Mayakovski’s life, when all poetry had ceased to exist . . . literature had stopped.
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Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.
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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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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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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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