Author of quotes: Boris Leonidovich Pasternak. Page 4

We are a people only to the extent that people loved and had the opportunity to love.

Life, too, only a moment
Only the dissolution
Ourselves in all other
How would they go in the donation.

To lose in life more necessary than purchasing. The grain will give a shoot if they don't die.

To live and burn all customary
But then life just would put,
When she to light and greatness
His victim way draw.

Every love there is a transition to the new faith.

I was surprised by the passion of most to be in some relation to the typical, be sure to submit any discharge or category, not to be yourself. Where it is so powerful in our time, the generation of typicality? How not to understand that typicality is a loss of soul and face, the death of destiny and the name!

The inability to find and tell the truth - the disadvantage is no ability to speak the truth not the cover.

The future is not enough,
Old, new little.
Need a Christmas tree
Eternity in the room became.

"Hush!" - Shouted someone
Unable to endure the silence.

No true book is not the first page. As the noise of the forest, it is born God knows where, grows and rolls, awakening of protected jungle, and suddenly, in the dark, daunting and panic moment, talks all the vertices at once, reaching.

... Life is not waiting.
Look back and Yuletide.
Only a short period,
Look out there and the new year.

I love you so much that even the careless and indifferent, you're own, just always been my sister, and first love, and wife, and mother, and all what was for me, a woman. You Are That Woman.

Take your hand off my breast,
We energized.
Each other again, that look,
We are thrown inadvertently.

There was a night. Had lips
The shake. For centuries hung
Diamonds, frowning. Rain in the brain
Noisy, not yielding to the idea.
Did not seem to love - pray
Not a whole, wide
Not age, not an hour floating clam
The glow of happiness TMIM.