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.
BORIS PASTERNAKHow wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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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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Failure to love is almost like murder.
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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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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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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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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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The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.
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I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.
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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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She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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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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Art is interested in life at the moment when the ray of power is passing through it.
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All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.
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The whole wide world is a cathedral; I stand inside, the air is calm, And from afar at times there reaches My ear the echo of a psalm.
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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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