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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.

Boris Pasternak

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
We’re all time’s captives, hostages to eternity.
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Deep Forever One Liner Prison Time
That’s metaphysics, my dear fellow. It’s forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won’t take it.
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Funny Myself Science Stomach
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
He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.
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Himself Natural Tragedy
During the last years of Mayakovski’s life, when all poetry had ceased to exist . . . literature had stopped.
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Existence Life Literature Poetry Stop
If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself.
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Change Figure Life Principle
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
The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.
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Artist Discover Himself
She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
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Earth Enchant Herself Magic Wild
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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Beautiful Fall Myself People Reveal Value Virtue
Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.
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Art Risk Sacrifice Spiritual Thinking
We must discover security within ourselves.
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Discover Ourselves Security
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 unarmed power of naked truth.
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Arm Naked One Liner Power Truth
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

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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