"But this is what the world is like. And I love the world. I long to devour it all, every bit of it...."

“But this is what the world is like. And I love the world. I long to devour it all, every bit of it. Sometimes this longing makes my heart beat so fast that the next day it hardly beats at all.”

- Boris Pasternak, in a letter to Marina Tsvetayeva, Letters, Summer 1926: Pasternak, Tsvetayeva, Rilke
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