black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman’s heart in particular.

Mikhail Lermontov

Related Topics

Heart Human Strange Woman

Bagwalas

Popular Authors

Marilyn Monroe Paulo Coelho Abraham Lincoln C. S. Lewis Khalil Gibran Charlie Chaplin Gautama Buddha Isaac Newton

Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV

Afraid Bury Death Decision Feeling Heart Myself
If only people thought a little more about it, they would see that life is not worrying about so much.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV

Life People Thinking Worry
What is this eternity to me without you? What is the infinity of my domains? Empty ringing words, A spacious temple – without a divinity!
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV

Divine Empty Forever Ring Temple Word
O vanity! you are the lever by means of which Archimedes wished to lift the earth!
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV

Belief Earth Power Yourself
No good ever becomes of a man who forgets an old friend.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV

Forget Friendship Goodness Man Myself
He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV

Dreams Himself Madness Peace Prayer Storm
We survive on novelty, so much less demanding than commitment.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV

Commitment Demand Novel Survive
My whole life has been merely a succession of miserable and unsuccessful denials of feelings or reason.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV

Feeling Life Misery Myself Reason
Women only love those that they don’t know.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV

Love Unknown Woman
Of two friends, one is always the slave of the other, although frequently neither acknowledges the fact to himself.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV

Acknowledge Fact Friendship Himself Slave
I was born, so that the whole world could be a spectator Of my triumph or my doom.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV

Audience Born Failure Myself Success World
We practically always excuse things when we understand them.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV

Excuse Practical Understand
One should never spurn a penitent criminal: in his despair he may become twice as much a criminal as before.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV

Crime Despair Himself
Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV

Beginning Calm River Sea Water Way
And I, as I lived, in an alien land, Will die a slave and an orphan.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV

Death Foreign Live Myself Orphan Slave
Out of life’s storm I carried only a few ideas – and not one feeling.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV

Carry Feeling Ideas Life Oneself Storm

Copyright: 2020 - 2023 | Minimalist Quotes