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More Quotes by Alexander Pushkin
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
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.
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand 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 They were all subject to various cramping limitations: those of the past were outdated, and those of the present were obsessed with the past.
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.
Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
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.
Thus people--so it seems to me-- Become good friends from sheer ennui.
