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.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINWith womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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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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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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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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If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
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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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With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
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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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Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
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Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
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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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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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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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Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
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I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
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