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• It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.

  Boris Pasternak

  Snow, World, Tables

  Boris Pasternak, “Winter Night”

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• The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.

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  Lasts, Moments

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• 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

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  Art, Philosophy, Philosophical

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• 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.

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  Running, Sweet, Night

  LIFE magazine, June 13, 1960.

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• 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.

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  Confused, Love You, Jealous

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• Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it.

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  Art, Keys, Joy

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• Here they are, all in one place. Circle back to them when you need some poetic shine.
  It is not revolutions and upheavals that clear the road to better days,
  but revelations, and lavishness of someone's soul inspired, and ablaze.

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  Inspirational, Circles, Shining

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• Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.

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  Death, Country, Borders

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• Good-bye... why am I hemorrhaging ?

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  Bye, Good Bye, Last Words

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• It is no longer possible for lyric poetry to express the immensity of our experience. Life has grown too cumbersome, too complicated. We have acquired values which are best expressed in prose.

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  Lyric Poetry, Complicated, Immensity

  Boris Leonidovich Pasternak (1976). “My sister, life and other poems”, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt P

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• ... the unarmed power of naked truth.

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  Truth, Naked, Unarmed

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• 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.

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  Life, Fall, Roots

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• 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.

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  Inspire, Painful, Electricity

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• At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.

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  Auras, Isolation, Moments

  Doctor Zhivago Ch. 9, Sect. 3

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• I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.

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  Freedom, Light, People

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• 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.

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  Death, Dog, Home

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• 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.

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  Writing, Symphony, People

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• Work is the order of the day, just as it was at one time, with our first starts and our best efforts. Do you remember? Therein lies its delight. It brings back the forgotten; one's stores of energy, seemingly exhausted, come back to life.

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  Lying, Order, Best Effort

  The New York Times, January 1, 1978.

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• 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.

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  Art, Two, Revelations

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• 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.

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  Genuine, Ripple, Genuine Life

  Roger Martin du Gard, Boris Leonidovich Pasternak, Gabriela Mistral (1971). “Roger Martin du Gard: Gabriela Mistral ; Boris Pasternak”

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• A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.

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  Angel, Flames, Wings

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• 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.

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  Death, Art, Creating Life

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• 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.

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  Spring, Fall, Sadness

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• Art is interested in life at the moment when the ray of power is passing through it.

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  Art, Rays, Moments

  Boris Leonidovich Pasternak (2008). “The Marsh of Gold: Pasternak's Writings on Inspiration and Creation”, p.162, Academic Studies PRess

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• 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.

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  Sorrow, Division, Used

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