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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.
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, a very lucky man, who is committed to what he believes, who has stifled intellectual detachment and can relax in the luxury of his emotions - like a tipsy traveller resting for the night at wayside inn.
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 They were all subject to various cramping limitations: those of the past were outdated, and those of the present were obsessed with the past.
Two fixed ideas can no more exist together in the moral world than two bodies can occupy one and the same place in the physical world.
..depression still kept guard on him, and chased after him like a shadow - or like a faithful wife.
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
Moral maxims are surprisingly useful on occasions when we can invent little else to justify our actions.
Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
