My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
ALEXANDER PUSHKINMy whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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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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Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
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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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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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Don’t be sad, don’t be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief – your time for joy will come, believe me.
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Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
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It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
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Write for pleasure and publish for money.
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Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.
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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.
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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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I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
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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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Play interests me very much,” said Hermann: “but I am not in the position to sacrifice the necessary in the hope of winning the superfluous.
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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.
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