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Only the superfluous is dirty.

The trains either don't run at all or come so full that it is impossible to get on them.

She was here on earth to make sense of its wild enchantments.

Mother Russia is on the move, she can't stand still, she's restless and can't find rest, she's talking and she can't stop.

She was obsessed with the idea of breaking with everything she had ever known or experienced, and starting on something new.

As in an explosion, I would erupt with all the wonderful things I saw and understood in this world.

In every generation there has to be some fool who will speak the truth as he sees it.

Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.

Life is not as easy as croosing a field

In life it is more necessary to lose than to gain. A seed will only germinate if it dies.

Only the solitary seek the truth, and they break with all those who don't love it sufficiently

I was sent by God to torment / myself, my family, everyone / whom it's a sin to torment.

He was a natural, and in the Russian way, tragically above these banalities.

You are eternity's hostage A captive of mine.

I used to be very revolutionary, but now I think that nothing can be gained by brute force. People must be drawn to good by goodness.

They don't ask much of you. They only want you to hate the things you love and to love the things you despise.

That's metaphysics, my dear fellow. It's forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won't take it.

We're all time's captives, hostages to eternity.

I have the impression that if he didn't complicate his life so needlessly, he would die of boredom.

But what are pity, conscience, or fear To the brazen pair, compared With the living sorcery Of their hot embraces?

All mothers are mothers of great people, and it is not their fault that life later disappoints them.

Art is interested in life at the moment when the ray of power is passing through it.

What an incorrigible nonentity one must be to play only one role in life, to occupy only one place in society, to always mean one and the same thing!

Thou hast spread Thy arms to embrace far too many,
Flinging Thy hands out till they reach the ends of the crossbeam.

It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.

Our evenings are farewells. Our parties are testaments. So that the secret stream of suffering. May warm the cold of life.

And remember: you must never, under any circumstances, despair. To hope and to act, these are our duties in misfortune.

They really thought what other people sing in songs.

To be a woman is a great adventure;
To drive men mad is a heroic thing.

It is not the object described that matters, but the light that falls on it.

I don't like people who have never fallen or stumbled. Their virtue is lifeless and it isn't of much value. Life hasn't revealed its beauty to them.

Failure to love is almost like murder.

The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.

How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?

Yet the order of the acts is planned And the end of the way inescapable. I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees' hypocrisy.

Art always serves beauty, and beauty is the joy of possessing form, and form is the key to organic life since no living thing can exist without it.

Even so, one step from my grave, I believe that cruelty, spite, The powers of darkness will in time, Be crushed by the spirit of light.

The whole wide world is a cathedral; I stand inside, the air is calm, And from afar at times there reaches My ear the echo of a psalm.

Drying, the storm mumbles, / like a freshly washed apron.

If it's so painful to love and absorb electricity, how much more painful it is to be a woman, to be the electricity, to inspire love.

We must discover security within ourselves.

You and I, it's as though we have been taught to kiss in heaven and sent down to earth together, to see if we know what we were taught.

A corner draft fluttered the flame And the white fever of temptation Upswept its angel wings that cast A cruciform shadow.

But the division in him was a sorrow and a torment, and he became accustomed to it only as one gets used to an unhealed and frequently reopened wound.

Her dark hair was scattered and its beauty stung his eyes like smoke and ate into his heart.

Man is born to live and not to prepare to live.

I am alone; all drowns in the Pharisees' hypocrisy. To live your life is not as simple as to cross a field.

I hate everything you say, but not enough to kill you for it.

Don't let my soul be riddled / by deceit: kill it or, / like fog, it will seep through / a heap of white chaff.

Salvation lies not in the faithfulness to forms, but in the liberation from them.

Poetry searches for music amidst the tumult of the dictionary.

But who are we, where do we come from When all those years Nothing but idle talk is left And we are nowhere in the world? = MEETING =

Happy are the downtrodden.

Only the familiar transformed by genius is truly great.

At the moment of childbirth, every woman has the same aura of isolation, as though she were abandoned, alone.

Beyond, pines hold sermons.

Aren't we sensitive! We're something special. We're cultured. It's too much for us.

The writer is the Faust of modern society, the only surviving individualist in a mass age. To his orthodox contemporaries he seems a semi-madman.

An unshared happiness is not happiness.

The whole of life is symbolic because the whole of it has meaning.

She had once been the belle of her circle of small tradesmen and salesmen, but now her little pig eyes with their swollen lids could scarcely open.

As for the men in power,
they are so anxious to establish
the myth of infallibility that they
do their utmost to ignore truth.

In one corner the piano tuner scattered arpeggios live handfuls of beads.

Still more than by the communion of souls, they were united by the abyss that separated them from the rest of the world.

I am caught like a beast at bay. Somewhere are people, freedom, light, But all I hear is the baying of the pack, There is no way out for me.

In a single wave of meaning the triumphant purity of being.

What for centuries raised man above the beast is not the cudgel but the irresistible power of unarmed truth.

If you want to know, life is the principle of self-renewal, it is constantly renewing and remaking and changing and transfiguring itself ...

What is laid down, ordered, factual is never enough to embrace the whole truth: life always spills over the rim of every cup.

And why is it, thought Lara, that my fate is to see everything and take it all so much to heart?

The greatness of a writer has nothing to do with subject matter itself, only with how much the subject matter touches the author.

No one makes history, no one sees it happen, no one sees the grass grow.

During the last years of Mayakovski's life, when all poetry had ceased to exist ... literature had stopped.

Art is unthinkable without risk and spiritual self-sacrifice.

Man is born to live, not to prepare for life.

She has more names than petticoats.

And then the two basic ideals of modern man- without them he is unthinkable- the idea of free personality and the idea of life as sacrafice

Love is not weakness. It is strong. Only the sacrament of marriage can contain it.

Literature is the art of discovering something extraordinary about ordinary people, and saying with ordinary words something extraordinary.

No bad man can be a good poet.

The most extraordinary discoveries are made when the artist is overwhelmed by what he has to say.

When a great moment knocks on the door of your life, it is often no louder than the beating of your heart, and it is very easy to miss it.

They had the boastful, dead eternity of bronze monuments and marble columns.

The unarmed power of naked truth.

Oh, what a love it was, utterly free, unique, like nothing else on earth! Their thoughts were like other people's songs.

Surprise is the greatest gift which life can grant us.

While the music played a whole eternity went by like life in a novel

Departure beyond the borders of my country is for me equivalent to death.

Only the superfluous is sordid

I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.