The less we show our love to a woman, Or please her less, and neglect our duty, The more we trap and ruin her surely, In the flattering toils of philandery.— Alexander Pushkin
The most seductive Alexander Pushkin quotes that are proven to give you inner joy
Then came a moment of renaissance, I looked up - you again are there, A fleeting vision, the quintessence Of all that`s beautiful and rare.
I loved you; even now I may confess, Some embers of my love their fire retain; But do not let it cause you more distress, I do not want to sadden you again. Hopeless and tongue tied, yet I loved you dearly With pangs the jealous and the timid know; So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely, I pray God grant another love you so.
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.
I want to understand you, I study your obscure language.
Thus people--so it seems to me-- Become good friends from sheer ennui.
Moscow... how many strains are fusing in that one sound, for Russian hearts! What store of riches it imparts!
Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.
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.
In this, our age of infamy Man's choice is but to be A tyrant, traitor, prisoner: No other choice has he.
Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.
Please, never despise the translator. He's the mailman of human civilization.
I loved you: and, it may be, from my soul The former love has never gone away, But let it not recall to you my dole; I wish not sadden you in any way. I loved you silently, without hope, fully, In diffidence, in jealousy, in pain; I loved you so tenderly and truly, As let you else be loved by any man.
Inspiration is needed in geometry, just as much as in poetry.
Try to be forgotten. Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.
Ballet is a dance executed by the human soul.
Habit is Heaven's own redress: it takes the place of happiness.
Mistress-like, its brilliance vain, highly capricious and inane.
Thank you, darling, for learning to play chess.
It is an absolute necessity for any well organized family. (in a letter to his wife)
To love all ages yield surrender; But to the young it's raptures bring A blessing bountiful and tender- As storms refresh the fields of spring.
Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.
I do not like Moscow life. You live here not as you want to live, but as old women want you to.
Cabbage soup and barley. They're Russia's national food. Both excellent in their way, but a shade monotonous.
I was not born to amuse the Tsars.
Fearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.
Love passed, the Muse appeared, the weather of mind got clarity new-found;
now free, I once more weave together emotion, thought, and magic sound.
With womankind, the less we love them, the easier they become to charm.
Don't be sad, don't be angry, if life deceives you! Submit to your grief - your time for joy will come, believe me.
Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths.
If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.
A man who's active and incisive can yet keep nail-care much in mind: why fight what's known to be decisive? Custom is despot of mankind.
I have outlasted all desire, My dreams and I have grown apart;
My grief alone is left entire, The gleamings of an empty heart. The storms of ruthless dispensation Have struck my flowery garland numb, I live in lonely desolation And wonder when my end will come. Thus on a naked tree-limb, blasted By tardy winter's whistling chill, A single leaf which has outlasted Its season will be trembling still.
My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you.
I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.
'Tis time, my friend, 'tis time! For rest the heart is aching;
Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking, Fragments of being, while together you and I, Make plans to live. Look, all is dust, and we shall die.
Somewhere between obsession and compulsion is impulse.
It is better to have dreamed a thousand dreams that never were than never to have dreamed at all.
As long as there is one heart on Earth where I still live, my memory will not die.
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. Struck by the clouds of cruel fate My crown of Summer bloom is sere Alone and sad, I watch and wait And wonder if the end is near. As conquered by the last cold air When Winter whistles in the wind Alone upon a branch that's bare A trembling leaf is left behind.
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.
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.