Author of quotes: Boris Leonidovich Pasternak. Page 8

In year ordeal, during
Unimaginable life
It is the wave of destiny from the bottom
Had him nailed.

When through the frost on the window
There is no light of God,
The hopelessness of anguish doubly
With the desert sea are similar.

Silence, you are the best
From what I heard.

Do not cry, do not wrinkle his swollen lips,
Don't collect them in the folds.
Reopen stubborn scab
Spring fever.

We get in the hour and stand in the third,
I with a book, you embroidery,
And dawn wouldn't notice
How to kiss will stop.

And stop thinking about those
Who went fishing.
Walking around the city sin
Go tears of the fallen.

Under it thawed blacken.
And the wind cries pitted,
And what sluchajnej, the rather
Composed poems sobbing.

Don't worry, don't cry, not Trudy
Forces dwindling, and the hearts don't beat.
You're alive, you're in me, you in the chest,
As a support, as a friend and as is the case.

"Don't touch, freshly painted", -
The soul is not cherished,
And memory - stained calf, and cheek,
And hands, and lips, and eyes.

We need to set ourselves the task above their strength: first, because they would never know, and secondly, because the forces and appear as you complete some impossible task.

The world is music to which it is necessary to find the words!

To love others - a heavy cross,
But you are beautiful without brains,
And your beauty secret
The riddle of life equivalent.

To be famous is ugly,
not it picks up.
No need to create archive,
on manuscripts shake
the purpose of creativity, dedication
not hype, not success.
shamefully knew nothing
to be a parable on lips at all.