They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
Boris PasternakRead
To be a woman is a great adventure; To drive men mad is a heroic thing.
Interpretation
The quote celebrates the complexities and challenges of womanhood, suggesting it is both a thrilling experience and a powerful influence on others.
Boris Pasternakβs quote highlights the multifaceted nature of being a woman, equating it to an exciting adventure filled with personal experiences and social dynamics. It further emphasizes the impact women have on men, portraying the ability to evoke strong emotions as a form of heroism, suggesting that understanding and navigating this influence requires courage and skill.
In practice
This quote could be used in a speech at a women's empowerment event to inspire women to embrace their power.
They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
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.
He is her glory. Any woman could say it. For every one of them, God is in her child. Mothers of great men must have been familiar with this feeling, but then, all women are mothers of great men -- it isn't their fault if life disappoints them later.
Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.
The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.
Oh, how one wishes sometimes to escape from the meaningless dullness of human eloquence, from all those sublime phrases, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long, grinding labor, of sound sleep, of true music, or of a human understanding rendered speechless by emotion!
No religion is responsible for terrorism. People are responsible for violence and terrorism.
Baptism is the sacrament of allegiance of them that are to be received into the Kingdom of God, that is to say, into Eternal life, that is to say, to Remission of Sin. For as Eternal life was lost by the committing, so it is recovered by the remitting of men's sins.
My heart, to put it more simply, got nostalgic for the present. Always a bad sign.
Take motherhood: nobody ever thought of putting it on a moral pedestal until some brash feminists pointed out, about a century ago, that the pay is lousy and the career ladder nonexistent.
The alcohol smell is on my fingers, cold and remote, piercing like a steel pin going in. It smells like white enamel basins. When I look up at the stars in the nighttime, cold and white and sharp, I think they must smell like that.
Modesty and conscientiousness receive their reward only in novels. In life they are exploited and then shoved aside.
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