More Quotes by Alexander Pushkin
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
I’ve lived to bury my desires, And see my dreams corrode with rust; Now all that’s left are fruitless fires That burn my empty heart to dust.
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 They were all subject to various cramping limitations: those of the past were outdated, and those of the present were obsessed with the past.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,
Thus people--so it seems to me-- Become good friends from sheer ennui.
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.
Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
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.
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.
