You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destructions path, When life sickens more than disease. And boldness is the root of beauty. Which draws us together. – Boris Pasternak
At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone. – Boris Pasternak
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
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. – Boris Pasternak