A Quote by Boris Pasternak

It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned. — © Boris Pasternak
It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.
I went to a Turkish hairdresser, and they burned the hair off my ears with a lit taper. They just put the burning candle near your ears and you hear the hair being burned away. And the smell - urggh!
If I had my life to live over I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
Once the concentration camps and the hell-holes of the world were in darkness. Now they are lit by the light of the Amnesty candle; the candle in barbed wire. When I first lit the Amnesty candle, I had in mind the old Chinese proverb: 'Better light a candle than curse the darkness.'
I burned down my dorm room freshman year. I was that kid. When you live in small quarters with two guys, the smell in the room starts to take over a little bit. So we decided we wanted our room to smell like fresh baked cookies. So we order a cookie-dough-scented candle off eBay, and then we accidentally burn our room down with that candle.
I burned the candle at both ends and it often gave a lovely light.
Where books are burned in the end people will be burned too.
Whenever books are burned, men also in the end are burned.
I burned my candle at both ends, And now have neither foes nor friends.
I remember when the candle shop burned down. Everyone stood around singing 'Happy Birthday.'
Christmas is God lighting a candle; and you don't light a candle in a room that's already full of sunlight. You light a candle in a room that's so murky that the candle, when lit, reveals just how bad things really are.
She felt a little nervous about this; 'for it might end, you know,' said Alice to herself, 'in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?' And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle looks like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.
There is no such thing as an artist: there is only the world lit or unlit as the light allows. When the candle is burning, who looks at the wick? When the candle is out, who needs it?
[Their love] had burned itself out, like a forgotten candle in an empty room, leaving behind a ravenous discontent.
Snow, here?" Eric was as delighted as a child. "I love snow!" Why was I not surprised? "Maybe we will get snowed in together," he said suggestively, waggling his blond eyebrows.
God used me that day. Even though so much of my body was burned, my feet were not burned, and so I could run out and be there for that photo. It saved a lot of souls and brought an end to the war.
We forget just how painfully dim the world was before electricity. A candle, a good candle, provides barely a hundredth of the illumination of a single 100 watt light bulb.
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