More Quotes by Alexander Pushkin
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
Thus people--so it seems to me-- Become good friends from sheer ennui.
My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you...
If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
Dearer to me than a host of base truths is the illusion that exalts.
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.
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
