That’s metaphysics, my dear fellow. It’s forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won’t take it.
BORIS PASTERNAKMother Russia is on the move, she can’t stand still, she’s restless and can’t find rest, she’s talking and she can’t stop.
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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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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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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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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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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In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.
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I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
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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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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.
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To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.
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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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No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
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An unshared happiness is not happiness.
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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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Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
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