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.
BORIS PASTERNAKHow wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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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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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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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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He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
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I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
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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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As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth.
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If 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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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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In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.
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How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
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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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Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
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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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But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
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