At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone. Boris Pasternak on alone
Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it. Boris Pasternak on anniversary
Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary. Boris Pasternak on art
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. Boris Pasternak on beauty
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. Boris Pasternak on beauty
Art has two constant, two unending concerns: It always meditates on death and thus always creates life. All great, genuine art resembles and continues the Revelation of St John. Boris Pasternak on death
Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it. Boris Pasternak on marriage
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. Boris Pasternak on poetry
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. Boris Pasternak on boldness