No single man makes history. History cannot be seen, just as one cannot see grass growing. Wars and revolutions, kings and Robespierres, are history's organic agents, its yeast. But revolutions are made by fanatical men of action with one-track mind, geniuses in their ability to confine themselves to a limited field. They overturn the old order in a few hours or days, the whole upheaval takes a few weeks or at most years, but the fanatical spirit that inspired the upheavals is worshiped for decades thereafter, for centuries. Boris Pasternak
Nothing is as it seems, but something is everything it is made out to be.
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Carroll Bryant
Without feelings of respect, what is there to distinguish men from beasts?
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Confucius
You'd be surprised how easy some things can be, things you never thought you'd do, when you take self-respect out of the equation.
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Sarah Addison Allen
That vice has often proved an emancipator of the mind, is one of the most humiliating, but, at the same time, one of the most unquestionable facts in history.
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Anonymous
That mortal is a fool who, prospering, thinks his life has any strong foundation; since our fortune's course of action is the reeling way a madman takes, and no one person is ever happy all the time.
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Euripides
More Quotes By Boris Pasternak
You and I, it's as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.
I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and it isn't of much value. Life hasn't revealed its beauty to them.
The great majority of us are required to live a constant, systematic duplicity. Your health is bound to be affected by it if, day after day, you say the opposite of what you feel, you grovel before what you dislike and rejoice at what bring...
And so it turned out that only a life similar to the life of those around us, merging with it without a ripple, is genuine life, and that an unshared happiness is not happiness.
February. Get ink, shed tears. Write of it, sob your heart out, sing, While torrential slush that roars Burns in the blackness of the spring. Go hire a buggy. <span style="margin:15px; display:block"></span>For six grivnas, Race through the noice of bells and wheels To where the...
