Boris Pasternak

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of read more

Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades.

That's metaphysics, my dear fellow. It's forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won't take it.

That's metaphysics, my dear fellow. It's forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won't take it.

Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.

Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.

At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.

At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.

Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.

Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.