They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
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A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the struggle between desire and purity.
In this quote, Pasternak uses vivid imagery to convey the conflict between temptation and the purity of one's spirit. The fluttering draft symbolizes the unpredictability of desire, which disrupts the serene state represented by the angel's wings, creating a cruciform shadow that suggests a moral struggle between what is virtuous and the allure of temptation.
Themes
TemptationDesirePurityConflictMorality
In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about overcoming personal struggles, this quote can illustrate the internal battles we face.
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