Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
BORIS PASTERNAKThe most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.
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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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As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.
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The writer is the Faust of modern society, the only surviving individualist in a mass age. To his orthodox contemporaries he seems a semi-madman.
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What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.
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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.
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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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No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
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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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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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And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.
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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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We’re all time’s captives, hostages to eternity.
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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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But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
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