Dr Zhivago Quotes

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But who are we, where do we come from When all those years Nothing but idle talk is left And we are nowhere in the world?" = MEETING =
Boris Pasternak (The Poems of Doctor Zhivago.)
Only the familiar transformed by genius is truly great.
Boris Pasternak (Doctor Zhivago)
Ever since the days when such formidable mediocrities as Galsworthy, Dreiser, Tagore, Maxim Gorky, Romain Rolland and Thomas Mann were being accepted as geniuses, I have been perplexed and amused by fabricated notions about so-called "great books." That, for instance, Mann's asinine "Death in Venice," or Pasternak's melodramatic, vilely written "Dr. Zhivago," or Faulkner's corn-cobby chronicles can be considered "masterpieces" or at least what journalists term "great books," is to me the sort of absurd delusion as when a hypnotized person makes love to a chair. My greatest masterpieces of twentieth century prose are, in this order: Joyce's "Ulysses"; Kafka's "Transformation"; Bely's "St. Petersburg," and the first half of Proust's fairy tale, "In Search of Lost Time.
Vladimir Nabokov (Strong Opinions)
Farewell, my great and dear one, farewell, my pride, farewell, my swift, deep river, how I loved your daylong splashing, how I loved to throw myself into your cold waves.
Boris Pasternak (Doctor Zhivago)
A constant, systematic dissembling is required of the vast majority of us. It’s impossible, without its affecting your health, to show yourself day after day contrary to what you feel, to lay yourself out for what you don’t love, to rejoice over what brings you misfortune. Our nervous system is not an empty sound, not a fiction. It’s a physical body made up of fibers. Our soul takes up room in space and sits inside us like the teeth in our mouth. It cannot be endlessly violated with impunity. It was painful for me to hear you tell about your exile, Innokenty, how you grew during it, and how it re-educated you. It's as if a horse were to tell how it broke itself in riding school.
Boris Pasternak (Dr Zhivago)
Maga, Anna Ivanovna, azon tépelődik, vajon feltámad-e, pedig hiszen már akkor is feltámadt, amikor megszületett, és észre sem vette.
Boris Pasternak (Dr Zhivago)
Pois também a vida é um instante, Apenas o dissolver De nós mesmos com os outros Como quem se está a oferecer.
Boris Pasternak (Dr Zhivago)
Los niños son sinceros, no tienen prejuicios y no se avergüenzan de la verdad, mientras nosotros, por miedo de parecer atrasados, estamos siempre dispuestos a traicionar lo que nos es más querido, a elogiar cosas que nos repugnan y aceptar otras que no comprendemos.
Boris Pasternak (Dr Zhivago)
My unforgettable delight! As long as the crooks of my arms remember you, as long as you're still on my hands and lips, I'll be with you. I'll shed tears about you in something worthy, abiding. I'll write down my memory of you in a tender, tender, achingly sorrowful portrayal. I'll stay here until I've done it. And then I'll leave myself. This is how I'll portray you. I'll set your features on paper, as, after a terrible storm that churns the sea to its bottom, the traces of the strongest, farthest-reaching wave lie on the sand. In a broken, meandering line the sea heaps up pumice stones, bits of cork, shells, seaweed, the lightest, most weightless things it could from the bottom. This is the line of the highest tide stretching endlessly along the shore. So the storm of life cast you up to me, my pride. And so I will portray you.
Boris Pasternak (Doctor Zhivago)
The kingdom of plants so easily offers itself as the nearest neighbor to the kingdom of death. Here, in the earth's greenery, among the trees of the cemetery, amidst the sprouting flowers rising up from the beds, are perhaps concentrated the mysteries of of transformation and and the riddles of life that we puzzle over. Mary at first did not recognize Jesus coming from the tomb and took him for the gardener walking in the cemetery.
Boris Pasternak (Dr Zhivago)
So what will happen to your consciousness? Your consciousness, yours, not anyone else's. Well, what are you? There's the point. Let's try to find out. What is it about you that you have always known as yourself? What are you conscious of in yourself? Your kidneys? Your liver? Your blood vessels? No. However far back you go in your memory, it is always in some external active manifestation of yourself that you come across your identity—in the work of your hands, in your family, in other people. And now listen carefully. You in others—this is your soul. This is what you are. This is what your consciousness has breathed and lived on and enjoyed throughout your life—your soul, your immortality, your life in others. And what now? You have always been in others and you will remain in others. And what does it mater to you if later on that is called your memory? This will be you—the you that enters the future and becomes a part of it.
Boris Pasternak (Dr Zhivago)
The second certainty is associated with spirit, as in Pasternak’s novel, Dr. Zhivago, when the physician says to a young woman dying of cancer, “Your spirit will live on, you know. Your spirit is you in others, others in you.
John A. Buehrens (A Chosen Faith: An Introduction to Unitarian Universalism)
In the Midst of Winter Harry Potter Anna Karenina War and Peace Dr. Zhivago The Secret Garden Flowers in the Attic The Giver Gathering Blue The Hunger Games The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe The Lord of the Rings The Girl on the Train The Further Adventures of Ebenezer Scrooge The Catcher in the Rye The Outsiders Lord of the Flies
Katherine Reay (The Printed Letter Bookshop)