Author of quotes: Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov. Page 34
Such has been my fate since childhood. All read on my face a sign of bad feelings, which were not; but they assumed - and they were born. I was modest -- I was accused of slyness: I became secretive. I deeply felt the good and evil; I will not be caressed, all offended: I was vindictive; I was gloomy - other children merry and talkative; I felt above them, I put below. I became envious. I was ready to love the whole world, - to me no one understood and I learned to hate. My colourless youth leaked in fight against itself and light; my best feelings, fearing ridicule, I buried in my heart: they died there. I was telling the truth - I was not believed: I began to deceive; to know well the light and the springs of society, I became skilled in the science of life and seen others to be happy using the gift of all the advantages which I so tirelessly sought. And then in my chest born of despair - not the despair that treat the barrel of a gun, but a cold, impotent despair, covered with courtesy and good-natured smile. I became a moral cripple; one half of my soul did not exist, it dried up, evaporated, died, I cut it off and threw it, then another moved and lived here for everybody, and nobody noticed because nobody knew about the existence of the lost of half of it.
The love that we read in the eyes, to no woman is not binding, then as the words...
Passion is nothing like the idea at first its development: they are the identity of the youth of the heart, and fool the one who thinks your whole life to worry: many a calm river begins noisy waterfalls, but none of them jumps and does not foam to the sea. But this calm is often the sign of a great, although hidden power; the fulness and depth of feelings and thoughts does not allow a mad impulses; the soul, suffering and enjoying, gives in all severe report and make sure that it should; she knows that without thunder-storms constant heat of the sun it will dry up; she is overcome with his own life, cherishes and punishes himself as a beloved child. Only in this higher state of self-knowledge man can appreciate the justice of God.
Idea - create organic, someone said: their birth gives them a form, and this form is the effect; the one whose head was born more ideas, the more other acts is a genius, confined to a bureaucratic Desk, must die or go mad, in the same way as a person with a mighty Constitution at sedentary life and modest behavior is dying of apoplexy.
Evil begets evil; the first suffering gives the concept of fun torturing the other; the idea of evil cannot enter a man's head, so that he didn't want to attach it to reality.
To be to somebody the cause of sufferings and joys, without any sort of positive right, - isn't that the most sweet food of our pride? What is happiness? Intense pride.
Ambition is nothing but lust for power, and my first pleasure is to subjugate to my will all that surrounds me; to excite a feeling of love, devotion and fear - is the first sign and the greatest triumph of power?
There are immense delight in the possession of a young, barely blooming soul! It is like a flower, which the best flavor evaporates towards the first ray of the sun; it is necessary to rip at this moment and they breathed their fill, throw on the way: maybe someone will get it.
The restless need for love which torments us in the early years of youth, casts us from one woman to another until we find one that can't stand us: here begins our constancy - the true endless passion can be expressed mathematically by a line falling from a point in space; the secret of this infinity - only in failing to achieve the goal, that is the end.
Music after dinner lulls and sleep after lunch, cool: therefore, I love music in medical terms.
You men do not understand the pleasures of the eyes, shake hands, and I swear to you, I'm listening to your voice, I feel such a deep, strange bliss that the most hot kisses can't replace it.
Women! women! who can understand them? Their smiles contradict their eyes, their words promise and beckon, and the sound of their voice repels... they will in a minute comprehend and guess our most secret thought, I do not understand the clearest hints...
Should never reject a penitent criminal: in a fit of despair he may become twice more criminal... and then...
Where there is a society of women - there is now a higher and a lower circle.
No women's eyes that I hadn't forgotten at the sight of curly the mountains, illuminated by the southern sun, under the blue sky or listening to the noise of the stream falling from rock to rock.
