More Quotes by Alexander Pushkin
Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
People are so like their first mother Eve: what they are given doesn't take their fancy. The serpent is forever enticing them to come to him, to the tree of mystery. They must have the forbidden fruit, or paradise will not be paradise for them.
..depression still kept guard on him, and chased after him like a shadow - or like a faithful wife.
The less we love her when we woo her, The more we draw a woman in,
It's a lucky man, a very lucky man, who is committed to what he believes, who has stifled intellectual detachment and can relax in the luxury of his emotions - like a tipsy traveller resting for the night at wayside inn.
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.
It's a lucky man who leaves early from life's banquet, before he's drained to the dregs his goblet - full of wine; yes, it's a lucky man who has not read life's novel to the end, but has been wise enough to part with it abruptly - like me with my Onegin.
Dearer to me than a host of base truths is the illusion that exalts.
I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you...
