At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.
BORIS PASTERNAKI 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.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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It is no longer possible for lyric poetry to express the immensity of our experience. Life has grown too cumbersome, too complicated. We have acquired values which are best expressed in prose.
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It is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.
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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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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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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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But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
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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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Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
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What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup.
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Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
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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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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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I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.
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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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