Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it. Boris Pasternak More Quotes by Boris Pasternak More Quotes From Boris Pasternak When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it. Boris Pasternak heart opportunity inspirational 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. Boris Pasternak failure inspirational life Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary. Boris Pasternak ordinary people art They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise. Boris Pasternak despise hate want Man is born to live, not to prepare for life. Boris Pasternak journey men life Reshaping life! People who can say that have never understood a thing about life—they have never felt its breath, its heartbeat—however much they have seen or done. They look on it as a lump of raw material that needs to be processed by them, to be ennobled by their touch. But life is never a material, a substance to be molded. If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself, it is infinitely beyond your or my obtuse theories about it. Boris Pasternak principles self people 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 principles self want In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies. Boris Pasternak seeds gains loss The great majority of us are required to live a constant, systematic duplicity. Your health is bound to be affected by it if, day after day, you say the opposite of what you feel, you grovel before what you dislike and rejoice at what bring brings you nothing but misfortune. Our nervous system isn’t just a fiction, it’s part of our physical body, and our soul exists in space and is inside us, like teeth in our mouth. It can’t be forever violated with impunity. Boris Pasternak duplicity opposites life To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing. Boris Pasternak mad adventure men About dreams. It is usually taken for granted that you dream of something that has made a particularly strong impression on you during the day, but it seems to me it´s just the contrary. Often it´s something you paid no attention to at the time -- a vague thought that you didn´t bother to think out to the end, words spoken without feeling and which passed unnoticed -- these are the things that return at night, clothed in flesh and blood, and they become the subjects of dreams, as if to make up for having been ignored during waking hours. Boris Pasternak strong dream life All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them. Boris Pasternak faults mother people Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us. Boris Pasternak leadership morning life Even so, one step from my grave, Boris Pasternak light time believe You and I, it's as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught. Boris Pasternak kissing couple romantic Failure to love is almost like murder. Boris Pasternak murder love-is The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say. Boris Pasternak overwhelmed artist discovery 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. Boris Pasternak passion sky clouds And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart? Boris Pasternak doctor-zhivago fate heart Don't be upset. Don't listen to me. I only meant that I am jealous of a dark, unconscious element, something irrational, unfathomable. I am jealous of your toilet articles, of the drops of sweat on your skin, of the germs in the air you breathe which could get into your blood and poison you. And I am jealous of Komarovsky, as if he were an infectious disease. Someday he will take you away, just as certainly as death will someday separate us. I know this must seem obscure and confused, but I can't say it more clearly. I love you madly, irrationally, infinitely. Boris Pasternak jealous confused love-you
