They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
Boris PasternakRead
She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.
Interpretation
The quote expresses the idea that a person's purpose is to find understanding in the complexities of life.
Boris Pasternak's quote reflects the belief that every individual has a mission to interpret and appreciate the wonders and chaos of existence. It suggests that life is filled with beautiful yet intricate mysteries, and it is our journey to make sense of these 'wild enchantments' that gives our time on earth meaning.
In practice
This quote can be shared at a graduation speech to inspire graduates to find their own meaning in life's journey.
They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.
Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The powers of darkness will in time, Be crushed by the spirit of light.
He is her glory. Any woman could say it. For every one of them, God is in her child. Mothers of great men must have been familiar with this feeling, but then, all women are mothers of great men -- it isn't their fault if life disappoints them later.
Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.
The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.
Oh, how one wishes sometimes to escape from the meaningless dullness of human eloquence, from all those sublime phrases, to take refuge in nature, apparently so inarticulate, or in the wordlessness of long, grinding labor, of sound sleep, of true music, or of a human understanding rendered speechless by emotion!
Faith is different from proof; the latter is human, the former is a Gift from God.
There is nothing little in God; His mercy is like Himself-it is infinite. You cannot measure it. His mercy is so great that it forgives great sins to great sinners, after great lengths of time, and then gives great favours and great privileges, and raises us up to great enjoyments in the great heaven of the great God.
To make Christianity a private affair while banishing all privacy is to relegate it to the rainbow's end or the Greek Calends.
What are you so mad about? That we still have a government? We still have “traffic lights.” We’re sorry. The government’s not perfect, but some people wish it was better, not gone.
Is it treason to say the truth? A bitter truth, but no less true for that.
Let us settle ourselves, and work and wedge our feet downwards through the mud and slush of opinion and tradition, and pride and prejudice, appearance and delusion, through the alluvium which covers the globe, through poetry and philosophy and religion, through church and state, through Paris and London, through New York and Boston and Concord, till we come to a hard bottom that rocks in place which we can call reality and say, "This is and no mistake.
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