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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.

Boris Pasternak

Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it.
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Art Beautiful Existence Joy Key Organic Serve
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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Believe Cruelty Grave Light Spirit Time
The whole wide world is a cathedral; I stand inside, the air is calm, And from afar at times there reaches My ear the echo of a psalm.
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Calm Myself Reach Religious Stand World
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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Deserve Immortal Life Loyalty Strong World
A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.
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Angel Flame Shadow Temptation
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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Accustom Division Healing Sorrow Torture Wound
You and I, it’s as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.
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Heaven Kissing Myself Teaching
As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy. Translation is very much like copying paintings.
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Modern Paint Rare Translation Writing
To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.
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Adventure Greatness Hero Madness Woman
Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.
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Experience Notice People Remark
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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Blade Creation Poetry Rich Tears
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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Arms Beautiful Bold Draw Fall Gift Goodness Togetherness Yourself
He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
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Himself Natural Tragedy
Art is interested in life at the moment when the ray of power is passing through it.
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Art Interest Moments Power
The whole of life is symbolic because the whole of it has meaning.
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Deep Life Meaning Symbol
All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.
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Disappoint Greatness Life Mom

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