A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.
BORIS PASTERNAKYou and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.
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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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How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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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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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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I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
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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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And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness.
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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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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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Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.
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She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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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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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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Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.
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