Moscow, how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
ALEXANDER PUSHKINThus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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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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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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Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
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Thus people–so it seems to me– Become good friends from sheer ennui.
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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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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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With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
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Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
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My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.
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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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Cabbage soup and barley. They’re Russia’s national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.
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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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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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A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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