Boris Pasternak Quotes
Boris Pasternak Quotes
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.
2388 Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
3936 They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the "blaze of passion" often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet.
2501 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.
3938 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.
3814 Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.
1892 The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.
1939 If it's so painful to love and absorb electricity, how much more painful it is to be a woman, to be the electricity, to inspire love.
1876 You said that facts are meaningless, unless meanings are put into them. Well, Christianity, the mystery of the individual, is precisely what must be put into the facts to make them meaningful.
3628 And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?
1540 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.
4728 Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it.
3102 No one makes history, no one sees it happen, no one sees the grass grow.
2020 Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.
3595 How intense can be the longing to escape from the emptiness and dullness of human verbosity, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long, grinding labour, of sound sleep, of true music, or of a human understanding rendered speechless by emotion!
4536 It´s a good thing when a man is different from your image of him. Is shows he isn´t a type. If he were, it would be the end of him as a man. But if you can´t place him in a category, it means that at least a part of him is what a human being ought to be. He has risen above himself, he has a grain of immortality.
4784 As for the men in power,
they are so anxious to establish
the myth of infallibility that they
do their utmost to ignore truth.
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