Zitat des Tages von Boris Pasternak:
What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup.
As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.
As far as modern writing is concerned, it is rarely rewarding to translate it, although it might be easy. Translation is very much like copying paintings.
Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.
Work is the order of the day, just as it was at one time, with our first starts and our best efforts. Do you remember? Therein lies its delight. It brings back the forgotten; one's stores of energy, seemingly exhausted, come back to life.
Man is born to live and not to prepare to live.
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.
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.
No bad man can be a good poet.
Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.
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.
What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.
They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.
In view of the meaning given to this honor in the community to which I belong, I should abstain from the undeserved prize that has been awarded to me. Do not meet my voluntary refusal with ill will.
That's metaphysics, my dear fellow. It's forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won't take it.
No deep and strong feeling, such as we may come across here and there in the world, is unmixed with compassion. The more we love, the more the object of our love seems to us to be a victim.
As for the men in power, they are so anxious to establish the myth of infallibility that they do their utmost to ignore truth.
At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.