“What an incorrigible nonentity one must be to play only one role in life, to occupy only one place in society, to… — Boris Pasternak Community Copy Share Image
But the division in him was a sorrow and a torment, and he became accustomed to it only as one gets used… — 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… — Boris Pasternak Heart Copy Share Image
“For a moment she rediscovered the purpose of her life. She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild… — Boris Pasternak Enchantment Copy Share Image
Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The powers of darkness will in time Be crushed by… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
Yet the order of the acts is planned And the end of the way inescapable. I am alone; all drowns in the… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
“You said that facts are meaningless, unless meanings are put into them. Well, Christianity, the mystery of the individual, is precisely what… — Boris Pasternak Christianity 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 Adieu Copy Share Image
Oh, how one wishes sometimes to escape from the meaningless dullness of human eloquence, from all those sublime phrases, to take refuge… — Boris Pasternak Eloquence Copy Share Image
He is her glory. Any woman could say it. For every one of them, God is in her child. Mothers of great… — Boris Pasternak Children Copy Share Image
Here they are, all in one place. Circle back to them when you need some poetic shine. It is not revolutions and… — Boris Pasternak Better day Copy Share Image
“Man in other people is man’s soul. That is what you are, that is what your conscience breathed, relished, was nourished by… — Boris Pasternak Death 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
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
“And now this mofiient also had come and gone. The dark- red sun still hung, round as a ball, above the blue… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
Don't be upset. Don't listen to me. I only meant that I am jealous of a dark, unconscious element, something irrational, unfathomable.… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
“The rulers of your minds indulge in proverbs, but they've forgotten the main one, that love cannot be forced, and they have… — Boris Pasternak Authoritarianism Copy Share Image
“February Boris Pasternak It's February. Get ink. Weep. Write the heart out about it, sing Another song of February While raucous slush… — Boris Pasternak Flower 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… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
“You don't understand that one can be an atheist, one can not know whether God exists or why, and at the same… — Boris Pasternak Atheist Copy Share Image
“Ever since childhood Yurii Andreievich had been fond of woods seen at evening against the setting sun. At such moments he felt… — Boris Pasternak Children Copy Share Image
“Language, the homeland and receptacle of beauty and meaning, itself begins to think and speak for man and turns wholly into music,… — Boris Pasternak Beauty Copy Share Image
“You are anxious about whether you will rise from the dead or not, but you rose from the dead when you were… — Boris Pasternak Anxious Copy Share Image
Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no… — Boris Pasternak Art Copy Share Image
As before the collapse, the setting sun brushed the tiles, brought out the warm brown glow on the wallpaper, and hung the… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the… — Boris Pasternak Beast Copy Share Image
“Don't you see, we are not in the same position. You were given wings to fly above the clouds, but I'm a… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself... — Boris Pasternak Identity 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
When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart,… — Boris Pasternak 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 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
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 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
It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table;… — Boris Pasternak 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
But who are we, where do we come from When all those years Nothing but idle talk is left And we are… — Boris Pasternak Copy Share Image
