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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

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
He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
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Himself Natural Tragedy
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
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
No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
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Growth History Man Sight
The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.
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Artist Discover Himself
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
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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Angel Flame Shadow Temptation
Yet the order of the acts is planned And the end of the way inescapable. I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees’ hypocrisy.
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Act End Escape Hypocrisy One Liner Order Planning
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
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
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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Easy Great Heart Knock Life Missing Moments Yourself
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
All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.
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Disappoint Greatness Life Mom
I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
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Enough Hate Kill Myself Yourself
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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Character Force Goodness Myself Revolution Thinking

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