Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.
BORIS PASTERNAKWhat for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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I don’t like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and it isn’t of much value. Life hasn’t revealed its beauty to them.
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Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.
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No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
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Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.
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Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it.
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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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Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
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Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
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As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth.
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Art is interested in life at the moment when the ray of power is passing through it.
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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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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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It is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.
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Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.
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How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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