1. Only when life can be in harmony with the secular world can it be immortal. The whole of life is symbolic because it is meaningful. ——"Doctor Zhivago"

2. Don't be afraid. Because there is no such thing as death. Death has nothing to do with us at all. Didn't you mention talent just now? -You say it makes a difference. Talent, in the highest and broadest sense, refers to the ability to survive. ——"Doctor Zhivago"

3. There are always sarcasm, lies and flattery in the place of comfort.

There are also crawlers that tremble like drones. Like lifting up a drunken woman at a wine pitcher, he lifts up your fallen sister and takes advantage of her. ——"This World"

4. History is the systematic exploration of the mystery of death over the centuries, and the constant hope of overcoming death. ——"Doctor Zhivago"

5. Look, you have been laughing at me for always clinging to Melyuzevo. OK, this time I made up my mind, I want to get out of here. I'm packing my things and packing boxes. I'll leave as soon as everything is packed. I will go to the Urals, you will go to Moscow. Then one day someone may ask you, - Do you know a town called Meliuseyevo? So, you said, - I can't seem to remember. ——So, what about Antipova? ——Never heard of it. ——"Doctor Zhivago"

6. "Of course," he interrupted me, "this is close to romanticism. But the question is whether people understand it. Maybe some people think that all those ignited The torch of life, a unique drama about good and evil, happiness and misfortune, truth and lies, is extinguished as if entering a deep well after falling into the realm of aesthetics, leaving only the splashes and ripples of beauty and ugliness; No, only those who have not experienced all these less noticeable minor pains say so, the igniters of life never become less, and when they approach the realm of aesthetics with their torch, if this well Not trivial, if it is full of explosive aesthetics, they will blow up the well." - "The First Experience" 7. There is only one life that is unique to those around us. , is the real life. At the same time, a happiness that cannot be shared with everyone is not real happiness. ——"Doctor Zhivago"

8. Miss Hawthorne may not do this. But one time, while being tenderly intimate with the children for no apparent reason, Mrs. Lewyers said some harsh words to the Englishwoman for no apparent reason, and the latter left the family. Soon, a haggard French woman took her place imperceptibly. Later, Yenia only remembered that this French woman was like a fly and no one liked her. Her name was completely forgotten, and Yenya could not tell in what syllables and pronunciations she could find it. She only remembered that the French woman scolded her first, and then picked up the scissors to cut off the blood-stained areas on the bearskin. ——"The First Experience"

9. Yuri Andreevich raised his blank, tearless eyes from the letter. He could see nothing, grief had dried up his tears, and pain had blinded his eyes. He couldn't see anything around him and was unaware of anything.

Snowflakes are flying outside the window. The wind blew the snow sideways, faster and faster, blowing more and more snow, as if it was catching up on lost time. Yuri looked at the window in front of him, as if what was falling outside the window was not snow, but continuing to read Tonya's letter. What was flying in front of his eyes was not the crystal snowflakes, but the small gaps between the small black letters on the white letter paper. Intervals, endless white intervals. ——"Doctor Zhivago"

10. Ah! God, what a beautiful view! You lucky ghost! Maybe you see this kind of scenery every day, but you don't think it's beautiful. ——"Doctor Zhivago"

11. She even felt that people always yelled at her now, so the headaches never stopped, and there was constant pain. She could no longer understand her. The page in her beloved book blurred before her eyes, like a textbook after lunch. ——"The First Experience"

12. There will be no more people in the house

There will be no more people in the house, only darkness. A winter day melts into the gap between the half-open curtains. Only moist white goose feather snow flashed and danced rapidly. Just roofs, snow, nothing but snow and roofs.

Again frost painted patterns, again the melancholy of lost years and images of another winter stirred in my heart, again the unforgivable sin still stung my soul, the strange scarcity of firewood tormented me With cross-shaped window lattice. However, a shudder will suddenly pass through the heavy door curtain. You will measure the silence with your steps, like the future, walking into the house. You will appear at the door, wearing simple and elegant white clothes, as if the flying catkins in the sky are woven for you.

13. You and I are just like the first two people, Adam and Eve, who had nothing to cover when the world was created, and we are now equally naked and homeless at its end. You and I are the last memories of the countless great achievements that have been created in the world between them and us for thousands of years. In order to mourn these disappeared miracles, we breathe, love, cry, and rely on each other, Stick to each other. ——"Doctor Zhivago"

14. This is the noon of the world. Where are your eyes?

Look, deep in my mind, the woodpeckers, dark clouds, pine cones, heat and needles all turned into pale droplets. Here, the city tram reaches its end, with pine trees guarding the front and no extension of the track. There is still Sunday ahead. A path separates the branches and slides through the grass blades. Through the shadows of the trees, noon, walks and Whitsundays emerge. The grove wants to make people believe that the world has always been like this: cared for by the shade, infected by the glade, carried by us like clouds dripping on calico. . ——"Sparrow Mountain"

15. I always think that art is not a category, not a field that covers countless concepts and extended phenomena. On the contrary, it is a concentrated and very limited something. Art is a principle present in all works of art, a power applicable to the work, a truth discovered in creation. ——"Doctor Zhivago"

16. Chaos and change are the only spontaneous forces that revolutionary agitators rely on. You don't have to give them bread, but you have to give them something on a world scale. World-building and transitional periods are their purpose, and they learn nothing else. ——"Doctor Zhivago"

17. The mystery that passes by suddenly leaves its mysterious fingerprints.

"It's getting late, I want to sleep enough until I understand the dawn." In this undisturbed moment, who can be as lucky as me to touch my lover. How I touch you! With my copper lips, it is like touching the audience with tragedy. Kiss like summer. It came slowly and slowly, and then there was a sudden thunderstorm. Sipping, like a bird. Choked to the point of losing consciousness. The stars slowly flowed from the throat into the esophagus, the nightingale trembled and rolled its eyelids faintly, and under the night sky, every drop of dew was drying up. ——"Autumn"

18. First of all, love your neighbor. This is the highest expression of life vitality. Once this kind of love fills a person's heart, it will surely be filled with the emotion of universal love for everyone. Then there are the two basic ideals of modern people. As a modern person, it is unimaginable to live without these two ideals: free personality and the concept of life as a sacrifice. ——"Doctor Zhivago"

19. Any individual's independent activities in the world are clear-headed and goal-oriented. However, once they are brought together by the torrent of life, they become chaotic and unclear. . People worry and are busy day after day, driven by their immediate interests. But this effect would have been of little consequence had it not been for the feeling of detachment in the highest and most important sense, which regulates these effects. This sense of detachment comes from the interconnectedness of human existence, from the belief that one can transform into the other, and from a happy feeling that everything happens not only on the earth where the dead are buried, but also somewhere else. , some people call this place heaven, some people call it history, and some people give it another name. ——"Doctor Zhivago"

20. How wonderful it is to live, but why is it always painful to live? Of course, God exists, but if He existed, He would be me.

——"Doctor Zhivago"

21. Who used purple and black rowan fruits to dye the tapestry behind the door, leaving italics in sparse and elegant handwriting contract? You ask, who gives the order to present the grand August? Who has no small heart, who is obsessed with the pattern of maple leaves, who has been faithful to his duty since the day of Ecclesiastes, and has never put down his ax to chop alabaster? Who, you ask, commands the lips of asters and dahlias to endure the agony of September, and the fine leaves of the firecracker willow to flutter in autumn from the pale caryatids to the damp stone floors of the hospital? You ask, who gives the orders? ——The almighty god of details, the almighty god of love, the god of Jagiello and Jadwiga. I wonder if this bottomless mystery has been answered. Don't forget, how detailed life is, just like the silence of autumn. ——"Sisters"

　22. He has never understood more vividly than this time that art is constantly paying attention to two things: it is always meditating on death, and it is always creating life. All great and true art imitates and continues the revelation of St. John. ——"Doctor Zhivago"

23. Groups are always a refuge for mediocre people. Only an individual who searches alone can seek the truth, otherwise it is impossible to abandon those who do not truly love the truth. ——"Doctor Zhivago"

24. Hey, the night is really not to be flattered

Sailing of the ship: The leaves rush to the grassland in the rain, just like those travelers. The stage window opened for me. Why bother! Now that the latch was pulled open, the ice on her elbows was kissed dry. ——"The End"

　25. "Yes, yes, on the sidewalk; God, this is the outline, the protector, God, this is the boundary of worshipers, the boundary of prayer, alas, It is too heavy for us now... There are those who have God, the ancient and eternal outlines of ancient and eternal prayers; for a time, these prayers may have been lost as formless colors, and later found themselves The silhouetted bodies of water, their own form; they are outsiders, both large and small at the same time, these people, they have God because they don't pray, and they don't pray because they have God, God may be old, Prayer, however, must always be present, and if prayer were not now and then, not as a speck of light, would God be its home? Oh, pardon me, Koinonievich, I'll come right away - there's an acquaintance there? , I'll say hello and then bring him over..." - "The First Experience"

26. What you call disorder is just as normal as the order you desire, and it's the same thing. state. All this destruction - this is a natural, preparatory stage in the great plan of creation. The disintegration of society is not enough. It must be completely broken into pieces, and then a truly revolutionary government will put the pieces together and build a new society on a completely new basis. ——"Doctor Zhivago"

27. What hinders me from doing things? It is not poverty and wandering, it is not the turbulence and change of life, but the prevalent trend of empty talk and big talk everywhere. The dawn of the future, the establishment of a new world, the torch of mankind, how broad and rich your imagination feels when you first hear these words! But in fact it is true that he is showing off due to lack of talent. ——"Doctor Zhivago"

28. "Look here again at the chaotic mixture of shadows, light spots and silhouettes, look at the whole black, deepened by the smoke. The dissolution of tones in the gurgling flow, look at them and you will see immediately: this is the horizon, it is bare, but eternal; this is the vertical line of the building, also bare, but majestic; this is what you are The square in question is squeezed by pain into a mere corner; look here, right there, my friend Mozart is walking past the tray of grapes. Now he is in front of the carriage. Please wait a moment. …He should have stopped here at once, for iron beams had been brought in and were banging against the road with a lazy, deafening noise; I did see Mozart stop, and he gave way to the jingling horse-drawn carriage and continued to find its way on straight, flat roads where people were coming and going.

——"The First Experience"

　29. When Yenia was about to lie down in bed and sleep, she found that the day was very long, because it was just like that day, so she first wanted to pick up the scissors and cut off the shirt. and cut out the stained spots on the sheets, and later decided to get some powder from the French woman to whiten them, and just as she had grabbed the powder box, the French woman happened to walk in and hit her. . All the sins are concentrated on the powder - "The First Experience" 30. If you deliberately want to fall asleep, the result will be insomnia. If you try to be aware of digestion, you will only end up with an upset stomach. When we apply our consciousness to ourselves, it becomes poison. Consciousness is the light that shines outward, illuminating the path ahead of us so that we don’t stumble. It's like the headlights on a locomotive - if you shine it into the car, you're bound to crash. ——"Doctor Zhivago"