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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

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
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
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
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
Oh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people’s songs.
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Earth Freedom Love People Thinking Unique
He realised, more vividly than ever before, that art had two constant, two unending preoccupations: it is always meditating upon death and it is always thereby creating life.
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Art Death Life Meditation Occupation Realization
No single man makes history. History cannot be seen just as one cannot see grass growing.
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Growth History Man Sight
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
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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Enough Life Order Truth
I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.
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Enough Hate Kill Myself Yourself
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
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
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
As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy. Translation is very much like copying paintings.
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Modern Paint Rare Translation Writing
In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.
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Fools Generation Himself Talk Truth
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

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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