No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
BORIS PASTERNAKIf it’s so painful to love and absorb electricity, how much more painful it is to be a woman, to be the electricity, to inspire love.
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Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
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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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The unarmed power of naked truth.
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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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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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Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.
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And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.
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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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As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.
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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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How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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Failure to love is almost like murder.
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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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Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.
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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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