Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINIf you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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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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Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.
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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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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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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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Cabbage soup and barley. They’re Russia’s national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.
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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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Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
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Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
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My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.
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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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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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Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
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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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