Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINBetter the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINAs long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINThus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINI am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINMy dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
ALEXANDER PUSHKINIf you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINI was not born to amuse the Tsars.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINHabit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINThen 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 PUSHKINSad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINEcstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINI’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 PUSHKINUnrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINMoscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
ALEXANDER PUSHKINTry to be forgotten. Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINTo 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