Quotes from Boris Pasternak

The writer is the Faust of modern society, the only surviving individualist in a mass age. To his orthodox contemporaries he seems a semi-madman.

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.

And she finally stopped playing their song, when she realized she was dancing alone.

Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.