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More Quotes by Alexander Pushkin
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.
Dearer to me than a host of base truths is the illusion that exalts.
..depression still kept guard on him, and chased after him like a shadow - or like a faithful wife.
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.
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.
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.
