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Moscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!

Alexander Pushkin

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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Appearance Emotion Finding Love Magic Sound Togetherness Weave
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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Happiness Joy Mouth Pieces
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
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Dreams Myself Sweet Youth
It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
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Better Choice Dreams
Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
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Friendship Myself People
Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
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Compulsion Impulse Obsession
Moscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
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Fuse Heart Store Strain
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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Active Care Fight Kind Man Mindset
Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
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Aspiration Dreams Fine Fresh Leaving Sad Success
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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Angry Believe Grief Joy Myself Sadness Time
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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Age Choice Himself Man Prison
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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Beautiful Moments Myself Rare Vision
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
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Language Myself Study Understand
Write for pleasure and publish for money.
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Happiness Oneself Pleasure Publish Writing
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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Existence Ideas Physical Place Togetherness World
With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
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Charm Kind Love Woman
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
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
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
Please, never despise the translator. He’s the mailman of human civilization.
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Civilization Human Translation
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
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
Try to be forgotten. Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.
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Body Choice Country Decent Forget Live Marriage Try
Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
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Better Illusion Stop Truth
Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
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Brilliant Capacity Sanity
I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.
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Change Happiness Marriage Myself
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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Day Death Fragment Friendship Heart Time

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