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“I don't think I could love you so much if you had nothing to complain of and nothing to regret. I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and of little value. Life hasn't revealed its beauty to them.”

Quote by Boris Pasternak

Book:Doctor Zhivago
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Doctor Zhivago

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Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak

Russian poet, writer, and translator. Boris Pasternak is renowned for his profound psychological insight and beautiful poetic language. His works widely cover themes such as love, humanity, morality, and philosophy, and have had a profound impact on 20th-century literature. more

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Book:White Oleander
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