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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.
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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.
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.
It's a lucky man who leaves early from life's banquet, before he's drained to the dregs his goblet - full of wine; yes, it's a lucky man who has not read life's novel to the end, but has been wise enough to part with it abruptly - like me with my Onegin.
The less we love her when we woo her, The more we draw a woman in,
A deception that elevates us is dearer than a host of low truths.
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
