Try to be forgotten. Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINTis 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.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
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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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Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
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My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
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Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.
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In this, our age of infamy Man’s choice is but to be A tyrant, traitor, prisoner: No other choice has he.
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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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Ballet is a dance executed by the human soul.
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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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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.
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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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My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.
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Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
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I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
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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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN