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.
BORIS PASTERNAKAnd why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?
More Boris Pasternak Quotes
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Mother 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.
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The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.
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What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.
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Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don’t love it sufficiently.
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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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All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.
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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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In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.
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I have the impression that if he didn’t complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.
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No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
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Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
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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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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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An unshared happiness is not happiness.
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Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John.
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