More Quotes by Alexander Pushkin
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.
Play interests me very much," said Hermann: "but I am not in the position to sacrifice the necessary in the hope of winning the superfluous.
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you...
Thus people--so it seems to me-- Become good friends from sheer ennui.
He filled a shelf with a small army of books and read and read; but none of it made sense. .. They were all subject to various cramping limitations: those of the past were outdated, and those of the present were obsessed with the past.
The less we love her when we woo her, The more we draw a woman in,
If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
