Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINIn this, our age of infamy Man’s choice is but to be A tyrant, traitor, prisoner: No other choice has he.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
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Two fixed ideas can no more exist together in the moral world than two bodies can occupy one and the same place in the physical world.
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Fearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.
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I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.
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To love all ages yield surrender; But to the young it’s raptures bring A blessing bountiful and tender- As storms refresh the fields of spring.
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Ballet is a dance executed by the human soul.
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Then came a moment of renaissance, I looked up – you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that`s beautiful and rare.
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I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
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Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
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Tis time, my friend, ’tis time! For rest the heart is aching; Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking, Fragments of being, while together you and I, Make plans to live. Look, all is dust, and we shall die.
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Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
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A man who’s active and incisive can yet keep nail-care much in mind: why fight what’s known to be decisive? Custom is despot of mankind.
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If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
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Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
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As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
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