Olga C > Olga's Quotes

“You say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it. You say you love sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining. You say you love wind, but when it comes you close your windows. So that's why I'm scared when you say you love me.”
― Bob Marely

“But when the strong were too weak to hurt the weak, the weak had to be strong enough to leave.”
― Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

“what matter it if a man gaineth the whole world and loseth his own soul?”
― Theodore Dreiser, An American Tragedy

“Life is made for the strong. There is no mercy in it for the weak– none...Such is the tragedy of desire.”
― Theodore Dreiser

“Чем меньше женщину мы любим,
Тем легче нравимся мы ей,
И тем ее вернее губим
Средь обольстительных сетей.”
― Alexander Pushkin, Eugene Onegin

“My whole life has been pledged to this meeting with you...”
― Alexander Pushkin, Eugene Onegin

“Любви все возрасты покорны;
Но юным, девственным сердцам
Ее порывы благотворны,
Как бури вешние полям”
― Alexander Pushkin, Eugene Onegin

“I want
To do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“Tonight I can write the saddest lines
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair

“Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us”
― Pablo Neruda

“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else's. She will be someone else's. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.”
― Pablo Neruda

“In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said.”
― Pablo Neruda

“Страдание и боль всегда обязательны для широкого сознания и глубокого сердца. Истинно великие люди, мне кажется, должны ощущать на свете великую грусть.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Преступление и наказание

“What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“One can fall in love and still hate.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“Forgive me... for my love - for ruining you with my love.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“I am too young and I've loved you too much.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

“The Russian soul is a dark place.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“Всем известно, что правду говорят только те, у кого нет остроумия.”
― Федор Достоевский, Идиот

“Главнейшая черта в ее жизни была беспрерывная ошибка в людях.”
― Федор Достоевский, Идиот

“In the eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.”
― Pablo Neruda