Alexander Pushkin

Alexander Pushkin

Great Russian poet and playwright

"Better the illusions that exalt us than ten thousand truths"

Quotes by Alexander Pushkin

  • Never incur debts; rather endure want; believe me, it is not as terrible as it seems, and at any rate, it is better than the inevitability of suddenly being dishonored or being known as such.
    Alexander Pushkin
  • Go where your free mind draws you.
    Alexander Pushkin
  • True imagination requires genius knowledge.
    Alexander Pushkin
  • It’s over: there’s no connection between us.
    I hugged your knees for the last time,
    I have uttered the lamentations of sorrow.
    It’s over, I hear your answer.
    I will not deceive myself again,
    I will not be haunted by your longing,
    The past may be forgotten
    Love was not made for me.
    Thou art young, thy soul is beautiful,
    And you will be loved by many.
    Alexander Pushkin
  • O muse, be obedient to God’s will,
    “Be obedient to God’s bidding, O muse, not fearing or demanding a crown,
    “and accept the praise and the slander with indifference.
    And do not challenge a fool.
    Alexander Pushkin
  • I believe: I am loved; for the heart must believe.
    No, my darling cannot be a hypocrite;
    All is unconcealed in her: the languid heat of desire,
    The shy bashfulness of her shyness, The precious gift of her charitess,
    and the pleasant carelessness of her clothes and speech,
    And tender names of infant tenderness.
    Alexander Pushkin
  • They say that misery is a good school; maybe. But happiness is the best university. It completes the education of a soul capable of good and beautiful things.
    Alexander Pushkin
  • If life deceives you,
    Don’t be sad, don’t be angry!
    In the day of despondency, humble yourself:
    The day of cheerfulness, believe, will come.
    Alexander Pushkin
  • Inspiration is not for sale,
    But a manuscript can be sold.
    Alexander Pushkin
  • But you can’t love like me;
    Why, with thy cold beauty
    Thou art the heart of a weak man?
    Alexander Pushkin