Man is born to live and not to prepare to live. Boris Pasternak More Quotes by Boris Pasternak More Quotes From Boris Pasternak 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 jealousconfusedlove-you As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth. Boris Pasternak mythanxiousmen Lara walked along the tracks following a path worn by pilgrims and then turned into the fields. Here she stopped and, closing her eyes, took a deep breath of the flower-scented air of the broad expanse around her. It was dearer to her than her kin, better than a lover, wiser than a book. For a moment she rediscovered the purpose of her life. She was here on earth to grasp the meaning of its wild enchantment and to call each thing by its right name, or, if this were not within her power, to give birth out of love for life to successors who would do it in her place. Boris Pasternak flowereyebook It is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it. Boris Pasternak lightwritingfall The whole of life is symbolic because the whole of it has meaning. Boris Pasternak symbolicwholelife-is Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it. Boris Pasternak remarkablelovepeople I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies. Boris Pasternak assemblyspeaksimple And now listen carefully. You in others-this is your soul. This is what you are. This is what your consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoyed throughout your life-your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what now? You have always been in others and you will remain in others. And what does it matter to you if later on that is called your memory? This will be you-the you that enters the future and becomes a part of it. Boris Pasternak soulmattermemories Art is interested in life at the moment when the ray of power is passing through it. Boris Pasternak raysmomentsart 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. Boris Pasternak genuine-lifegenuineripple 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. Boris Pasternak runningsweetnight 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. Boris Pasternak creating-lifedeathart Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice. Boris Pasternak sacrificespiritualart How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt? Boris Pasternak alivehurtdoe A conscious attempt to fall asleep is sure to produce insomnia, to try to be conscious of one's own digestion is a sure way to upset the stomach. Consciousness is a poison when we apply it to ourselves. Consciousness is a light directed outward. it's like the headlights on a locomotive—turn them inward and you'd have a crash. Boris Pasternak lightinsomniafall What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup. Boris Pasternak truthinspirationallife Good-bye... why am I hemorrhaging ? Boris Pasternak good-byelast-wordsbye What is history? Its beginning is that of the centuries of systematic work devoted to the solution of the enigma of death, so that death itself may eventually be overcome. That is why people write symphonies, and why they discover mathematical infinity and electromagnetic waves. Boris Pasternak symphonywritingpeople And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune. Boris Pasternak despairremembers-youremember-you You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty - Which draws us together. Boris Pasternak rootslifefall
