Quotes from Boris Pasternak

If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself.

I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees' hypocrisy. To live your life is not as simple as to cross a field.

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

Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The powers of darkness will in time Be crushed by the spirit of light.

As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.

Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.

We're all time's captives, hostages to eternity.

No one makes history, no one sees it happen, no one sees the grass grow.

They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.

Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.

Failure to love is almost like murder.

Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.

Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don't love it sufficiently

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.

Oh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people's songs.

I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.

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.

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.

You are eternity's hostageA captive of time.

I don't think I could love you so much if you had nothing to complain of and nothing to regret. I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and of little value. Life hasn't revealed it's beauty to them.

And when the war broke out, its real horrors, its real dangers, its menace of real death were a blessing compared with the inhuman reign of the lie, and they brought relief because they broke the spell of the dead letter.

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

A corner draft fluttered the flameAnd the white fever of temptationUpswept its angel wings that castA cruciform shadow.

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