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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

Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.
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Cold Life Ourselves Secret Stream Suffering Warm
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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Best Complication Expression Lyrics Poetry Possible Value
They don’t ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
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Hate Love Yourself
I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
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Forever I Love You One Liner Sanity Wild
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
The unarmed power of naked truth.
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Arm Naked One Liner Power Truth
He comes as a guest to the feast of existence, and knows that what matters is not how much he inherits but how he behaves at the feast, and what people remember and love him for.
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Existence Himself Inheritance Love People Remember
I don’t like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and it isn’t of much value. Life hasn’t revealed its beauty to them.
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Beautiful Fall Myself People Reveal Value Virtue
What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.
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Man Power Resist Truth
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
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
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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Discussion Necessary Poetry Simplicity Talk
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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Himself Modern Society Survival Writing
In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.
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Fools Generation Himself Talk Truth
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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Art Constant Creation Life Meditation Resemble
We must discover security within ourselves.
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Discover Ourselves Security

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