Mother Russia is on the move, she can’t stand still, she’s restless and can’t find rest, she’s talking and she can’t stop.
BORIS PASTERNAKYet the order of the acts is planned And the end of the way inescapable. I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees’ hypocrisy.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
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At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.
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They don’t ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
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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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The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.
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No bad man can be a good poet.
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It is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.
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I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
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I used to be very revolutionary, but now I think that nothing can be gained by brute force. People must be drawn to good by goodness.
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No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
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And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.
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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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All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.
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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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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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