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.
BORIS PASTERNAKOh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people’s songs.
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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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She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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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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Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
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Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.
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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.
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Art is interested in life at the moment when the ray of power is passing through it.
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And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?
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How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.
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What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup.
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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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Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
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He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.
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An unshared happiness is not happiness.
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