Love passed, the Muse appeared, the weather of mind got clarity new-found; now free, I once more weave together emotion, thought, and magic sound.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINWrite for pleasure and publish for money.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
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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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Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
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My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.
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The less we show our love to a woman, Or please her less, and neglect our duty, The more we trap and ruin her surely, In the flattering toils of philandery.
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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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Thank you, darling, for learning to play chess. It is an absolute necessity for any well organized family. (in a letter to his wife)
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Moscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
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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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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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Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
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Cabbage soup and barley. They’re Russia’s national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.
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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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Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.
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A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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