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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINA 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.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
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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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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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Don’t be sad, don’t be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief – your time for joy will come, believe me.
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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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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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Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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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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In this, our age of infamy Man’s choice is but to be A tyrant, traitor, prisoner: No other choice has he.
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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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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.
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I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.
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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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If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
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