Yevgeny Zamyatin Quotes
Top 80 wise famous quotes and sayings by Yevgeny Zamyatin
Yevgeny Zamyatin Famous Quotes & Sayings
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What is it to you if I don't want others to want for me, if I want to want myself - if I want the impossible ...
I've read and heard a lot of unbelievable stuff about those times when people lived in freedom
that is, in disorganized wildness.
that is, in disorganized wildness.
A point contains more unknowns than anything else; it need but stir, move, and it may turn into thousands of curves, thousands of bodies. I
But still, how could they write whole libraries about someone like Kant and hardly even notice Taylor-that prophet who could see ten centuries ahead?
The world is kept alive only by heretics: the heretic Christ, the heretic Copernicus, the heretic Tolstoy. Our symbol of faith is heresy. ("Tomorrow")
Those two, in paradise, were given a choice: happiness without freedom, or freedom without happiness. There was no third alternative ...
The old, slow, creaking descriptions are a thing of the past; today the rule is brevity - but every word must be supercharged, high-voltage.
And how can there be a final revolution? There is no final one. The number of revolutions is infinite.
I stopped and listened. But all I could hear was.. a kind of thudding, and not in me but somewhere near me ... my heart.
And what if you don't wait? You just drive over the edge yourself? Wouldn't that be the only right thing to do, the one that would solve everything?
The whole world is one immense woman, and we are in her very womb, we are not yet born, we are joyfully ripening.
A human being is like a novel: until the last page you don't know how it will end. Or it wouldn't be worth reading.
A person is like a novel: Up to the very last page you don't know how it's going to end. Otherwise, there'd be no point in reading ...
Along the blade of a knife lies the path of paradox - the single most worthy path of the fearless mind ...
And I learned from my own experience that laughter was the most potent weapon: laughter can kill everything.
Is it not clear, however, that bliss and envy are the numerator and denominator of the fraction called happiness?
Besides, I can't, I no longer have the strength to destroy this painful piece of myself, which might turn out to be the piece I value most.
The most agonising thing is to drop doubt into a man about his being a reality, three-dimensional - and not some other kind of reality.
The microspeed of the tongue ought to be always slightly less than the microspeed of the thoughts and certainly not ever the reverse.
Here I saw, with my own eyes, that laughter was the most terrible weapon: you can kill anything with laughter - even murder itself.
Imagine yourself standing on a shore: waves rhythmically rising, rising, and then suddenly they stay there, they set, they freeze.
To reflect the entire spectrum, the dynamics of the adventure novel must be invested with a philosophic synthesis of one kind or another.
Dogma, static positions, consonance - all these are obstacles to catching the disease of art, at least in its more complex forms.
Heretics are the only [bitter] remedy against the entropy of human thought.
("Literature, Revolution, and Entropy")
("Literature, Revolution, and Entropy")
... the natural course from nullity to grandeur is to forget that you are a gramme and to feel that you are a millionth part of a ton.
There is an excellent way to make predictions without the slightest risk of error: predict the past.
The nights were long, like the braids of a pretty girl, and the days were short, like a girl's sense. ("The North")
The government (or humanity) would not permit capital punishment for one man, but they permitted the murder of millions a little at a time.
A man is like a novel: until the very last page you don't know how it will end. Otherwise it wouldn't even be worth reading.
All truths are erroneous. This is the very essence of the dialectical process: today's truths become errors tomorrow; there is no final number.
Every genuine poet is necessarily a Columbus. America existed for centuries before Columbus but it was only Columbus who was able to track it down.
Everyone has to go mad, it's essential fir everyone to go mad - as soon as possible! It's essential - I know.
During the first firing a dozen or so numbers from the dock neglected to get out of the way - nothing remained of them except some crumbs and soot.
The speed of a tongue should always go some seconds behind the speed of thought, never the other way around.
Everything used to revolve around the sun; now I knew it all revolved around me-slowly, blissfully, squinting its eyes.
And what is strangest of all, most unnatural of all, is that the finger hasn't got the slightest desire to be on the hand, to be with the others;
There were two in paradise and the choice was offered to them: happiness without freedom, or freedom without happiness.
At night numbers must sleep; it is their duty, just as it is their duty to work in the daytime. Not sleeping at night is a criminal offense.
She was like a candle that just went out. All the circles that made her up suddenly got lopsided and warped.
My dear, you are a mathematician. You're even more, you're a philosopher of mathematics. So do this for me: Tell me the final number.
Now I no longer live in our clear, rational world; I live in the ancient nightmare world, the world of square roots of minus one.