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.
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you...
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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.
Dearer to me than a host of base truths is the illusion that exalts.
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
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 They were all subject to various cramping limitations: those of the past were outdated, and those of the present were obsessed with the past.
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.
