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How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?

Boris Pasternak

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
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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Enough Life Order Truth
And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.
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Act Circumstance Hope Misfortune Remember
I have the impression that if he didn’t complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.
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Boredom Complication Death Impression Need
Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.
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Astonish Gratitude Proud Touch
It is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.
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Description Fall Light Object
Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
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Born Life Live Man Preparation
And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness.
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Genuine Happiness Life Share
As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.
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Erupt Explosion Myself Understand Wonderful World
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
No bad man can be a good poet.
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Bad Goodness Man One Liner Poet
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
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
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
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
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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Deep Electricity Love Pain Woman

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