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ALEXANDER PUSHKINTwo 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.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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Don’t be sad, don’t be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief – your time for joy will come, believe me.
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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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If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
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Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
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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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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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I do not like Moscow life. You live here not as you want to live, but as old women want you to.
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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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It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
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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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As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
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I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.
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Moscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
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Ballet is a dance executed by the human soul.
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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.
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