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My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?

Alexander Pushkin

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Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
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Habit Happiness Heaven Place
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
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Language Myself Study Understand
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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Burn Bury Desire Dreams Empty Heart Live
Ballet is a dance executed by the human soul.
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Dance Human Soul
Moscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
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Fuse Heart Store Strain
Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
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Better Illusion Stop Truth
Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
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Love Man Raise
Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
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Action Invention Justify Moral Occasion Ourselves Surprise
Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
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Brilliant Capacity Sanity
If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
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Attempt Burn Flame Reason
Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.
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Mathematics Need Poetry
It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
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Better Choice Dreams
As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
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Death Heart Live Memories Oneself
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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Day Death Fragment Friendship Heart Time
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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Body Choice Country Decent Forget Live Marriage Try
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.
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Beautiful Moments Myself Rare Vision

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