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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?

Boris Pasternak

Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don’t love it sufficiently.
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Break Enough Seek Solitary Truth
Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.
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Born Life Live Man Preparation
He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
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Himself Natural Tragedy
I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies.
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Discussion Necessary Poetry Simplicity Talk
To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.
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Adventure Greatness Hero Madness Woman
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 single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
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Growth History Man Sight
Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.
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Astonish Gratitude Proud Touch
Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.
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Gift Greatness Life Ourselves
In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.
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Death Life Lose Necessary
Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation’s tears in shoulder blades.
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Blade Creation Poetry Rich Tears
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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Compassionate Feeling Object Ourselves Strong Victim
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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Burn Candle Deep Snow World
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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Freedom Light Myself People
They don’t ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
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Hate Love Yourself
Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
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Art Discover Extraordinary Literature People Word

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