black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

I do not like Moscow life. You live here not as you want to live, but as old women want you to.

Alexander Pushkin

Related Topics

Life Live Old Woman Yourself

Bagwalas

Popular Authors

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

Then came a moment of renaissance, I looked up – you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that`s beautiful and rare.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Beautiful Moments Myself Rare Vision
Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Habit Happiness Heaven Place
I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Amusing Born Myself
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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Age Blessing Love Refreshment Storm Surrender
Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Friendship Myself People
If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Attempt Burn Flame Reason
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Happiness Joy Mouth Pieces
Write for pleasure and publish for money.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Happiness Oneself Pleasure Publish Writing
With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Charm Kind Love Woman
Thank you, darling, for learning to play chess. It is an absolute necessity for any well organized family. (in a letter to his wife)
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Darling Family Learning Organization
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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Appearance Emotion Finding Love Magic Sound Togetherness Weave
Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Compulsion Impulse Obsession
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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Burn Bury Desire Dreams Empty Heart Live
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Dear Deception Elevate Host Low Truth
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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Avoid Herself Love Please Responsibility Woman
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Dreams Myself Sweet Youth

Copyright: 2020 - 2023 | Minimalist Quotes