More Quotes by Alexander Pushkin
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.
..depression still kept guard on him, and chased after him like a shadow - or like a faithful wife.
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
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.
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.
My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you...
Two fixed ideas can no more exist together in the moral world than two bodies can occupy one and the same place in the physical world.
Dearer to me than a host of base truths is the illusion that exalts.
