As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.
BORIS PASTERNAKMost people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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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 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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But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
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Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don’t love it sufficiently.
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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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Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.
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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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He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
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The unarmed power of naked truth.
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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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Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.
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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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Oh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people’s songs.
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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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It is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.
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