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

Mikhail Lermontov

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Evil spawns evil. The first experience of torture gives an understanding of the pleasure in tormenting others.
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Evil Experience Happiness Pleasure
My whole life has been merely a succession of miserable and unsuccessful denials of feelings or reason.
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Feeling Life Misery Myself Reason
Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea.
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Beginning Calm River Sea Water Way
My love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out.
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Darkness Growth Love Oneself Soul
Of two friends, one is always the slave of the other, although frequently neither acknowledges the fact to himself.
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Acknowledge Fact Friendship Himself Slave
No good ever becomes of a man who forgets an old friend.
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Forget Friendship Goodness Man Myself
I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.
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Learning Love Myself Ready Understand World
Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.
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Afraid Bury Death Decision Feeling Heart Myself
In people’s eyes I read pages of malice and sin.
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Eyes Myself People Sin
If only people thought a little more about it, they would see that life is not worrying about so much.
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Life People Thinking Worry
And I, as I lived, in an alien land, Will die a slave and an orphan.
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Death Foreign Live Myself Orphan Slave
He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.
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Dreams Himself Madness Peace Prayer Storm
Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.
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Fire Fuel Love
Out of life’s storm I carried only a few ideas – and not one feeling.
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Carry Feeling Ideas Life Oneself Storm
A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman’s heart in particular.
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Heart Human Strange Woman
What is this eternity to me without you? What is the infinity of my domains? Empty ringing words, A spacious temple – without a divinity!
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Divine Empty Forever Ring Temple Word

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