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.
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 PUSHKINIt is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINDon’t be sad, don’t be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief – your time for joy will come, believe me.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINBallet is a dance executed by the human soul.
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 PUSHKINWrite for pleasure and publish for money.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINThe less we show our love to a woman, Or please her less, and neglect our duty, The more we trap and ruin her surely, In the flattering toils of philandery.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINThus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINSomewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINA deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINThank you, darling, for learning to play chess. It is an absolute necessity for any well organized family. (in a letter to his wife)
ALEXANDER PUSHKINSad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINAs long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINPlease, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINTry 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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN