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 PUSHKINMoscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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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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Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
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A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
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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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Moscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
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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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Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
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Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
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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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In this, our age of infamy Man’s choice is but to be A tyrant, traitor, prisoner: No other choice has he.
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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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Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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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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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.
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