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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINMoscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
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Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
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I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
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Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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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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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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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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As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
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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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Ballet is a dance executed by the human soul.
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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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Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
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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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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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN