Boris Pasternak Quotes

Poetry searches for music amidst the tumult of the dictionary.

As for the men in power,
they are so anxious to establish
the myth of infallibility that they
do their utmost to ignore truth.

She was incomparable in her inspired loveliness. Her arms amazed one, as one can be astonished by a lofty way of thinking. Her shadow on the wallpaper of the hotel room seemed the silhouette of her uncorruption.

Después de dos o tres estrofas compuestas con toda facilidad y de algunas comparaciones que lo sorprendieron, el don del trabajo se apoderó de él y advirtió la proximidad de lo que se llama inspiración. La correlación de las fuerzas que presiden la creación parecen tomar entonces la iniciativa. La prioridad ya no corresponde a su autor ni a su estado de ánimo, al que trata de dar expresión, sino al lenguaje con que quiere expresarlo. El lenguaje, del cual nace el significado y la belleza adquiere su ropaje, comienza de suyo a pensar y hablar y todo se hace música, no en el sentido de pura resonancia fonética, sino como la consecuencia y duración de su flujo interno. Entonces, lo mismo que la masa corriente de un río, que con su fluir limpia las piedras del fondo y hace girar las ruedas del molino, el lenguaje que fluye, va creando por sí, en su carrera, casi inadvertidamente con la fuerza de sus leyes, el metro y la rima y mil otras formas y relaciones más secretas, desconocidas hasta ese, momento, no singularizadas y sin nombre.
En aquellos momentos Yuri Andréivich se daba cuenta de que no era él quien llevaba a cabo el trabajo esencial, sino algo más grande que él, que por encima de él lo guiaba: la situación del pensamiento y la poesía en el mundo, lo que a la poesía le estaba reservado en el porvenir, el camino que ella tenía que recorrer en su desarrollo histórico. Él era solamenta una ocasión y un punto de apoyo para que ella pudiera ponerse en movimiento.

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.

There is nothing to fear. There is no such thing as death. Death has nothing to do with us. But you said something about being talented — - that it makes one different. Now, that does have something to do with us. And talent in the highest and broadest sense means talent for life.

The main trouble, the root of the future evil, was loss of faith in the value of one’s own opinion. People imagined that the time when they followed the urgings of their moral sense was gone, that now they had to sing to the general tune and live by foreign notions imposed on everyone.

And if he were really to do good he would have needed in addition to his principles, a heart capable of violating them - a heart which knows only of particular not of general cases and which achieves greatness in little actions.

И вот оказалось, что только жизнь, похожая на жизнь окружающих и среди нее бесследно тонущая, есть жизнь настоящая, что счастье обособленное не есть счастье...

No one makes history, no one sees it happen, no one sees the grass grow.

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.

The Mother of God is asked to 'pray zealously to her Son and her God,' and the words of the psalm are put into her mouth:'My soul doth magnify the Lord, and my spirit hath rejoiced in God my Savior. for He hath regarded the low estate of his handmaiden: for, behold, from henceforth all generations shall call me blessed.' It is because of her child that she says this, He will magnify her ('For He that is mighty hath done to me great things'): He is her glory. Any woman could say it. For everyone 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.

It is no longer possible for lyric poetry to express the immensity of our experience. Life has grown too cumbersome, too complicated. We have acquired values which are best expressed in prose.

It's good when a man deceives your expectations, when he doesn't correspond to the preconceived notion of him. To belong to a type is the end of a man, his condemnation. If he doesn't fall into any category, if he's not representative, half of what's demanded of him is there. He's free of himself, he has achieved a grain of immortality.

Gregariousness is always the refuge of mediocrities, whether they swear by Soloviev or Kant or Marx. Only individuals seek the truth, and they shun those whose sole concern is not the truth.