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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINLove passed, the Muse appeared, the weather of mind got clarity new-found; now free, I once more weave together emotion, thought, and magic sound.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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Try to be forgotten. Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.
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Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.
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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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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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Play interests me very much,” said Hermann: “but I am not in the position to sacrifice the necessary in the hope of winning the superfluous.
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Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
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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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Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
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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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Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
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Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
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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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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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It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
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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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