But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?
Boris PasternakOur evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.
Boris PasternakAnd why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?
Boris PasternakIt was not until after the coming of Christ that time and humans could breathe freely. It was not until after him that people began to live toward the future. Humans do not die in a ditch like a dog-but at home in history, while the work toward the conquest of death is in full swing; they die sharing in this work.
Boris Pasternak