Explore Quotes by Boris Pasternak

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.

You are eternity's hostage A captive of mine.

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

Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.

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.

What you don't understand is that it is possible to be an atheist, it is possible not to know if God exists or why He should, and yet to believe that man does not live in a state of nature but in history, and that history as we know it now began with Christ, it was founded by Him on the Gospels.

All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.

Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.

How many things in the world deserve our loyalty? Very few indeed. I think one should be loyal to immortality, which is another word for life, a stronger word for it.

Here they are, all in one place. Circle back to them when you need some poetic shine._x000D__x000D_It is not revolutions and upheavals that clear the road to better days,_x000D__x000D_but revelations, and lavishness of someone's soul inspired, and ablaze.

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

It's only in bad novels that people are divided into two camps and have nothing to do with each other. In real life everything gets mixed up! Don't you think you'd have to be a hopeless nonentity to play only one role all your life, to have only one place in society, always to stand for the same thing?--Ah, there you are!" - Larissa Fyodorovna in Doctor Zhivago.

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.

I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.

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

She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.

Farewell, my great one, my own, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep, dear river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to plunge into your cold waves.

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.

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.

Everything established, settled, everything to do with home and order and the common ground, has crumbled into dust and has been swept away in the general upheaval and reorganization of the whole of society. The whole human way of life has been destroyed and ruined. All that's left is the bare, shivering human soul, stripped to the last shred, the naked force of the human psyche for which nothing has changed because it was always cold and shivering and reaching out to its nearest neighbor, as cold and lonely as itself.

I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.