More Quotes by Alexander Pushkin
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.
Thus people--so it seems to me-- Become good friends from sheer ennui.
The less we love her when we woo her, The more we draw a woman in,
Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
Dearer to me than a host of base truths is the illusion that exalts.
I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
..depression still kept guard on him, and chased after him like a shadow - or like a faithful wife.
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.
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
