Quotes from Boris Pasternak

Maga, Anna Ivanovna, azon tépelÅ'dik, vajon feltámad-e, pedig hiszen már akkor is feltámadt, amikor megszületett, és észre sem vette.

Ihre Figur verjüngte sich einigermaßen unproportioniert nach oben, wodurch sie Ähnlichkeit mit einer Bruthenne bekam.

I mean to say that there was, in fact, something unhealthy in the life of well-to-do people. No end of superfluity. Superfluous furniture and superfluous rooms in the houses, superfluous refinement of feelings, superfluous expressions.

Ningú no fa la història; la història no es veu, com tampoc no es veu créixer l'herba. Nadie hace la historia; la historia no se ve, como tampoco se ve crecer la hierba

Then untruth came to the Russian land. The main trouble, the root of the future evil, was loss of faith in the value of one's own opinion. People imagined that the time when they followed the urgings of their moral sense was gone, that now they had to sing to the general tune and live by foreign notions imposed on everyone.

Their love was great. Most people experience love without becoming aware of the extraordinary nature of this emotion. But to them—and this made them exceptional—the moments when passion visited their doomed human existence like a breath of eternity were moments of revelation, of continually new discoveries about themselves and life.

Ne pišem svoje biografije. Z njo se ukvarjam, ko mi je potrebna za tujo.

I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and of little value. Life hasn't revealed its beauty to them.

To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune. To do nothing and to despair is to neglect our duty.

The cart was grotesque, and automatically attracted attention. A peasant was walking beside it. The cart listed sharply to one side and moved forward at a walking pace. And over all its groaning plunder hung the wet, leaden word "town"; it brought to life in the girl's head a number of images as fleeting as the cold October brilliance which flew along the street and fell upon the water.

I don't know the reason, but the reminder of what life is comes so timely at the moment of taking leave of it and on the threshold of its return.

One sublime malady/Is still called song.

Zhenya Luvers was born and grew up in Perm.

Drop all this foolishness. Once and for all. Do not play the simpleton, do not be coy, do not lower your eyes bashfully. It will end badly someday. The dreadful line is very close here. One step, and you fall straight into the abyss. That is where the whole evil lies. Do not be embarrassed to refuse. Pretend that you never learned to dance or have broken your leg.

hat is what makes for the horror of life all around. How does it stun you—with thunder and lightning? No, with sidelong glances and whispers of calumny. It's all trickery and ambiguity. A single thread is like a spiderweb, pull and it's gone, but try to free yourself and you get even more entangled.

And that also makes for the horror of life all around. How does it stun you—with thunder and lightning? No, with sidelong glances and whispers of calumny. It's all trickery and ambiguity. A single thread is like a spiderweb, pull and it's gone, but try to free yourself and you get even more entangled.

Nije život što i polje pre?i...

Io non amo la gente perfetta, quelli che non sono mai caduti, che non hanno inciampato. La loro è una virtù spenta, di poco valore. A loro non si è svelata la bellezza della vita.»

I love you beyond mind or memory or measure.

Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.

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.

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

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.

The great majority of us are required to live a life of constant duplicity. Your health is bound to be affected if, day after day, you say the opposite of what you feel, if you grovel before what you dislike, and rejoice at what brings you nothing but misfortune.