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.
Boris PasternakItยดs a good thing when a man is different from your image of him. Is shows he isnยดt a type. If he were, it would be the end of him as a man. But if you canยดt 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.
Boris PasternakPoetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.
Boris PasternakA corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.
Boris PasternakThe great majority of us are required to live a constant, systematic duplicity. Your health is bound to be affected by it if, day after day, you say the opposite of what you feel, you grovel before what you dislike and rejoice at what bring brings you nothing but misfortune. Our nervous system isnโt just a fiction, itโs part of our physical body, and our soul exists in space and is inside us, like teeth in our mouth. It canโt be forever violated with impunity.
Boris Pasternak