Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
ALEXANDER PUSHKINI do not like Moscow life. You live here not as you want to live, but as old women want you to.
More Alexander Pushkin Quotes
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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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A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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Habit is Heaven’s own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
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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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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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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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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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Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
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My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
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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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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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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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As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
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Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
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Ballet is a dance executed by the human soul.
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