“Now, as never before, it was clear to him that art is always, ceaselessly, occupied with two things. It constantly reflects on… — Boris Pasternak Art Copy Share Image
A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow. — Boris Pasternak Angel Copy Share Image
But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces? — Boris Pasternak Brazen Copy Share Image
In this era of world wars, in this atomic age, values have changed. We have learned that we are guests of existence,… — Boris Pasternak Age Copy Share Image
Gregariousness is always the refuge of mediocrities, whether they swear by Soloviev or Kant or Marx. Only individuals seek the truth, and… — Boris Pasternak Concern Copy Share Image
You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is… — Boris Pasternak Arms 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… — Boris Pasternak Grass Copy Share Image
“Who does more for a nation--the one who makes a fuss about it or the one who, without thinking of it, raises… — Boris Pasternak Beauty Copy Share Image
They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the "blaze of passion" often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other… — Boris Pasternak Clouds Copy Share Image
“I think that if the beast who sleeps in man could be held down by threats - any kind of threat, whether… — Boris Pasternak Beast Copy Share Image
“It seemed as if the valley were not always girded by woods, growing on the surrounding hills and facing away from the… — Boris Pasternak Beauty Copy Share Image
“Progress in science is governed by the laws of repulsion, every step forward is made by refutation of prevalent errors and false… — Boris Pasternak Art Copy Share Image
“This was a time to prepare for the cold weather, to store up fire and wood. But in those days of the… — Boris Pasternak Cold weather Copy Share Image
A conscious attempt to fall asleep is sure to produce insomnia, to try to be conscious of one's own digestion is a… — Boris Pasternak Conscious Copy Share Image
“And then, amidst the joy that grips everyone, I meet your mysteriously mirthless gaze, wandering no one knows where, in some far-off… — Boris Pasternak Joy Copy Share Image
“The main trouble, the root of the future evil, was loss of faith in the value of one’s own opinion. People imagined… — Boris Pasternak Faith Copy Share Image
“So what will happen to your consciousness [after you die]? *Your* consciousness, yours, not anyone else's. Well, what are *you*? There's the… — Boris Pasternak Consciousness Copy Share Image
As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to… — Boris Pasternak Anxious Copy Share Image
“There shall be no more death, Because we have already seen all that, Its old and we are tired of it, And… — Boris Pasternak Death 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… — Boris Pasternak Electricity Copy Share Image
“She was obsessed with the idea of breaking with everything she had ever known or experienced, and starting on something new.” — Boris Pasternak Breaking Copy Share Image
When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart,… — Boris Pasternak Doors Copy Share Image
Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales,… — Boris Pasternak Blades Copy Share Image
“Every herd is a refuge for giftlessness, whether it's a faith in Soloviev, or Kant, or Marx. Only the solitary seek the… — Boris Pasternak Atheism Copy Share Image
“And then the two basic ideals of modern man- without them he is unthinkable- the idea of free personality and the idea… — Boris Pasternak Life Copy Share Image
It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table;… — Boris Pasternak Burned Copy Share Image
But who are we, where do we come from When all those years Nothing but idle talk is left And we are… — Boris Pasternak Idle Copy Share Image
Work is the order of the day, just as it was at one time, with our first starts and our best efforts.… — Boris Pasternak Delight Copy Share Image
“They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees, and the clouds, and the sky over their heads, and… — Boris Pasternak Doctor zhivago Copy Share Image