Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
Everything established, settled, everything to do with home and order and the common ground, has crumbled into dust and has been swept… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life. — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
“The saddest thing of all was that their party represented a deviation from the conditions of the time. It was impossible to imagine that… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
No deep and strong feeling, such as we may come across here and there in the world, is unmixed with compassion. The more we… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
I think that if the beast who sleeps in man could be held down by threats of any kind, whether of jail or retribution,… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it.… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
“I'll stay with you a little, my unforgettable delight, for as long as my arms and my hands and my lips remember you. I'll… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
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… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
I don't like purely philosophical works. I think a little philosophy should be added to life and art by way of seasoning, but to… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
“But sometimes, to enable her to bear her life, she needed the accompaniment of an inward music and she could not always compose it… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
