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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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Ballet is a dance executed by the human soul.
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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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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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I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
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Write for pleasure and publish for money.
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Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
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Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
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Two fixed ideas can no more exist together in the moral world than two bodies can occupy one and the same place in the physical world.
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Cabbage soup and barley. They’re Russia’s national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.
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Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
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Love Man Raise
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
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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Dear Deception Elevate Host Low Truth
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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My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.
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