Quote by Boris Pasternak
You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destructions path,

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

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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

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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

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Plainness has its peculiar temptations quite as much as beauty. – George Eliot

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There is great beauty in going through life without anxiety or fear. Half our fears are baseless, and the other half discreditable. – Christian Nestell Bovee

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Beauty?… To me it is a word without sense because I do not know where its meaning comes from nor where it leads to. – Pablo Picasso

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And at five oclock in the morning we left to drive to Old Tucson, and I sat with my mouth open in the van. I was stunned by the beauty of that country. – Erika Slezak

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