More Quotes by Alexander Pushkin
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.
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.
..depression still kept guard on him, and chased after him like a shadow - or like a faithful wife.
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 They were all subject to various cramping limitations: those of the past were outdated, and those of the present were obsessed with the past.
If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
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 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.
