With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN
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With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
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I do not like Moscow life. You live here not as you want to live, but as old women want you to.
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Ballet is a dance executed by the human soul.
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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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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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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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Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
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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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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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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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Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
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I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.
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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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My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.
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Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.
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Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
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