More Quotes by Alexander Pushkin
I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
..depression still kept guard on him, and chased after him like a shadow - or like a faithful wife.
Thus people--so it seems to me-- Become good friends from sheer ennui.
If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
The less we love her when we woo her, The more we draw a woman in,
My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you...
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
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 They were all subject to various cramping limitations: those of the past were outdated, and those of the present were obsessed with the past.
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?
