Thank you, darling, for learning to play chess. It is an absolute necessity for any well organized family. (in a letter to his wife)
Alexander PushkinRead
My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?
Interpretation
The quote expresses a longing for the lost sweetness of dreams and youth.
In this quote, Alexander Pushkin reflects on the fleeting nature of dreams and youth, lamenting the loss of their inherent joy and sweetness. It speaks to the universal experience of growing up and facing the harsh realities of life, prompting a sense of nostalgia and introspection about what has been lost over time.
In practice
In a speech about pursuing passions, one might say, 'As Pushkin wisely noted, we often wonder what has become of our dreams and youth.'
Thank you, darling, for learning to play chess. It is an absolute necessity for any well organized family. (in a letter to his wife)
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 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.
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.
I do not like Moscow life. You live here not as you want to live, but as old women want you to.
Thus people--so it seems to me-- Become good friends from sheer ennui.
We can at least try to understand our own motives, passions, and prejudices, so as to be conscious of what we are doing when we apeal to those of others. This is very difficult, because our own prejudice and emotional bias always seems to us so rational.
While the farmer holds the title to the land, actually, it belongs to all the people because civilization itself rests upon the soil.
In Reformed theology, if God is not sovereign over the entire created order, then he is not sovereign at all. The term sovereignty too easily becomes a chimera. If God is not sovereign, then he is not God.
Sometimes we find ourselves walking through life blindfolded, and we try to deny that we're the ones who securely tied the knot.
For," I said, "a murdered man or woman dies not in God's time, but in Man's. He... or she... is cut short before he... or she... can atone for sin, and so all errors must be forgiven. When you think of it that way, all murderers are a gateway for heaven.
Death in various forms is sometimes comforting, while resurrection and new life can be demanding and threatening. If I lived as if resurrection were real, and allowed myself to die for the sake of a new life, what might I be called upon to do?
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