Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don’t love it sufficiently.
BORIS PASTERNAKAn unshared happiness is not happiness.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
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Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
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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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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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When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.
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Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The powers of darkness will in time Be crushed by the spirit of light.
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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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Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.
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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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We must discover security within ourselves.
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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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How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
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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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It is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.
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