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Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.

Alexander Pushkin

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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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Attempt Burn Flame Reason
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
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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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I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
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Language Myself Study Understand
I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.
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Change Happiness Marriage Myself
Thank you, darling, for learning to play chess. It is an absolute necessity for any well organized family. (in a letter to his wife)
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Darling Family Learning Organization
Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
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Love Man Raise
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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Dear Deception Elevate Host Low Truth
I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
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Amusing Born Myself
As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
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Death Heart Live Memories Oneself
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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Argument Difference Fear Flattery Fools Insult
I’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.
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Burn Bury Desire Dreams Empty Heart Live
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.
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Age Blessing Love Refreshment Storm Surrender
Write for pleasure and publish for money.
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Happiness Oneself Pleasure Publish Writing
Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
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Habit Happiness Heaven Place

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