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.
BORIS PASTERNAKAn unshared happiness is not happiness.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.
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We must discover security within ourselves.
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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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You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction’s path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty – Which draws us together.
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I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
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I 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.
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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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She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.
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In this era of world wars, in this atomic age, values have changed. We have learned that we are guests of existence, travelers between two stations. We must discover security within ourselves.
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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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We’re all time’s captives, hostages to eternity.
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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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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 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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