More Quotes by Alexander Pushkin
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
..depression still kept guard on him, and chased after him like a shadow - or like a faithful wife.
Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
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.
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
Thus people--so it seems to me-- Become good friends from sheer ennui.
The less we love her when we woo her, The more we draw a woman in,
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
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.
