A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman’s heart in particular.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOVA strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman’s heart in particular.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOVAnd I, as I lived, in an alien land, Will die a slave and an orphan.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOVIf only people thought a little more about it, they would see that life is not worrying about so much.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOVMy whole life has been merely a succession of miserable and unsuccessful denials of feelings or reason.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOVHappiness comes the way the wind blows.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOVWe survive on novelty, so much less demanding than commitment.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOVWomen only love those that they don’t know.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOVMy love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOVOne should never spurn a penitent criminal: in his despair he may become twice as much a criminal as before.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOVLove, like fire, goes out without fuel.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOVI was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOVOut of life’s storm I carried only a few ideas – and not one feeling.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOVMany a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOVAfraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOVOf two friends, one is always the slave of the other, although frequently neither acknowledges the fact to himself.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOVWe practically always excuse things when we understand them.
MIKHAIL LERMONTOV