Quotes from Boris Pasternak

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

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.

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.

But what are pity, conscience, or fearTo the brazen pair, comparedWith the living sorceryOf their hot embraces?

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

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

I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies.

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 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.

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 its beauty to them.

How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?

When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.

They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the "blaze of passion" often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet.

To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.

I have the impression that if he didn't complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.

You and I, it's as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.

A conscious attempt to fall asleep is sure to produce insomnia, to try to be conscious of one's own digestion is a sure way to upset the stomach. Consciousness is a poison when we apply it to ourselves. Consciousness is a light directed outward. It's like the headlights on a locomotive—turn them inward and you'd have a crash.

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

It´s a good thing when a man is different from your image of him. Is shows he isn´t a type. If he were, it would be the end of him as a man. But if you can´t place him in a category, it means that at least a part of him is what a human being ought to be. He has risen above himself, he has a grain of immortality.

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

I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.

And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.

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.

And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?