Yet the order of the acts is planned And the end of the way inescapable. I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees' hypocrisy. Boris Pasternak More Quotes by Boris Pasternak More Quotes From Boris Pasternak He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities. Boris Pasternak banality natural way Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them. Boris Pasternak faithfulness salvation lying What you don't understand is that it is possible to be an atheist, it is possible not to know if God exists or why He should, and yet to believe that man does not live in a state of nature but in history, and that history as we know it now began with Christ, it was founded by Him on the Gospels. Boris Pasternak atheist men believe 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 inspire love. Boris Pasternak electricity painful inspire What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth. Boris Pasternak beast century men Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John. Boris Pasternak revelations two art A literary creation can appeal to us in all sorts of ways-by its theme, subject, situations, characters. But above all it appeals to us by the presence in it of art. It is the presence of art in Crime and Punishment that moves us deeply rather than the story of Raskolnikov's crime. Boris Pasternak reading art moving As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world. Boris Pasternak planning saws world February. Get ink, shed tears. Write of it, sob your heart out, sing, While torrential slush that roars Burns in the blackness of the spring. Go hire a buggy. For six grivnas, Race through the noice of bells and wheels To where the ink and all you grieving Are muffled when the rainshower falls. To where, like pears burnt black as charcoal, A myriad rooks, plucked from the trees, Fall down into the puddles, hurl Dry sadness deep into the eyes. Below, the wet black earth shows through, With sudden cries the wind is pitted, The more haphazard, the more true The poetry that sobs its heart out. Boris Pasternak sadness spring fall But the division in him was a sorrow and a torment, and he became accustomed to it only as one gets used to an unhealed and frequently reopened wound. Boris Pasternak division used sorrow I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely. Boris Pasternak love-you 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 make it one's specialty seems to me as strange as eating nothing but horseradish." - Lara, from Doctor Zhivago Boris Pasternak philosophical philosophy art He comes as a guest to the feast of existence, and knows that what matters is not how much he inherits but how he behaves at the feast, and what people remember and love him for. Boris Pasternak what-matters life people It was not until after the coming of Christ that time and humans could breathe freely. It was not until after him that people began to live toward the future. Humans do not die in a ditch like a dog-but at home in history, while the work toward the conquest of death is in full swing; they die sharing in this work. Boris Pasternak dog home death No deep and strong feeling, such as we may come across here and there in the world, is unmixed with compassion. The more we love, the more the object of our love seems to us to be a victim. Boris Pasternak strong compassion feelings In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it. Boris Pasternak fool generations truth Here they are, all in one place. Circle back to them when you need some poetic shine. Boris Pasternak circles shining inspirational How many things in the world deserve our loyalty? Very few indeed. I think one should be loyal to immortality, which is another word for life, a stronger word for it. Boris Pasternak stronger loyalty thinking He is her glory. Any woman could say it. For every one of them, God is in her child. Mothers of great men must have been familiar with this feeling, but then, all women are mothers of great men -- it isn't their fault if life disappoints them later. Boris Pasternak mother men children Mother Russia is on the move, she can't stand still, she's restless and can't find rest, she's talking and she can't stop. Boris Pasternak russia mother moving
