black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.

Alexander Pushkin

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
It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Better Choice Dreams
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Happiness Joy Mouth Pieces
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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Active Care Fight Kind Man Mindset
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Language Myself Study Understand
The 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 PUSHKIN

Avoid Herself Love Please Responsibility Woman
Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Better Illusion Stop Truth
In this, our age of infamy Man’s choice is but to be A tyrant, traitor, prisoner: No other choice has he.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Age Choice Himself Man Prison
With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Charm Kind Love Woman
Try to be forgotten. Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Body Choice Country Decent Forget Live Marriage Try
My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Life Meet Pledge Yourself
Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Compulsion Impulse Obsession
Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Aspiration Dreams Fine Fresh Leaving Sad Success
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
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Dreams Myself Sweet Youth
Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
ALEXANDER PUSHKIN

Friendship Myself People

Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Alexander Pushkin Quotes