black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.

Alexander Pushkin

Related Topics

Compulsion Impulse Obsession

Bagwalas

Popular Authors

Marilyn Monroe Paulo Coelho Abraham Lincoln C. S. Lewis Khalil Gibran Charlie Chaplin Gautama Buddha Isaac Newton

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 PUSHKIN

Age Blessing Love Refreshment Storm Surrender
Thank you, darling, for learning to play chess. It is an absolute necessity for any well organized family. (in a letter to his wife)
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Darling Family Learning Organization
I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Change Happiness Marriage Myself
I do not like Moscow life. You live here not as you want to live, but as old women want you to.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Life Live Old Woman Yourself
Cabbage soup and barley. They’re Russia’s national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Barley Boredom Excellence Food National Shade Soup
Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Habit Happiness Heaven Place
I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Amusing Born Myself
As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Death Heart Live Memories Oneself
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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Existence Ideas Physical Place Togetherness World
Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Love Man Raise
Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Friendship Myself People
Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Compulsion Impulse Obsession
Fearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Argument Difference Fear Flattery Fools Insult
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Dreams Myself Sweet Youth
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

Day Death Fragment Friendship Heart Time
Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Civilization Human Translation

Copyright: 2020 - 2023 | Minimalist Quotes