Mikhail Lermontov quotes:

Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea.

Russian ladies, for the most part, cherish only Platonic love, without mingling any thought of matrimony with it; and Platonic love is exceedingly embarrassing.

A strange thing, the human heart in general, and woman's heart in particular.

Of two friends, one is always the slave of the other, although frequently neither acknowledges the fact to himself.

I have a congenital desire to contradict; my whole life is merely a chain of sad and unsuccessful contradictions to heart and mind. When faced with enthusiasm, I am seized by a midwinter freeze, and I suppose that frequent dealings with sluggish phlegmatics would have made a passionate dreamer.

You men do not understand the delights of a glance, of a pressure of the hand... but as for me, I swear to you that, when I listen to your voice, I feel such a deep, strange bliss that the most passionate kisses could not take its place.

I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.

Happy people are ignoramuses and glory is nothing else but success, and to achieve it one only has to be cunning.

I am like a mariner born and bred on board a buccaneer brig whose soul has become so inured to storm and strife that if cast ashore he would weary and languish no matter how alluring the shady groves and how bright the gentle sun.

Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.

Evil spawns evil. The first experience of torture gives an understanding of the pleasure in tormenting others.

For what did the creator prepare me,Why did he so terribly contradictThe hopes of my youth?...

Happiness comes the way the wind blows.

In people's eyes I readPages of malice and sin.

I was lying, but I wanted to rouse him. I have an inborn urge to contradict; my whole life has been a mere chain of sad and futile opposition to the dictates of either heart or reason. The presence of an enthusiast makes me as cold as a midwinter's day, and, I believe, frequent association with a listless phlegmatic would make me an impassioned dreamer.

If only people thought a little more about it, they would see that life is not worrying about so much.

I was modest--they accused me of being crafty: I became secretive. I felt deeply good and evil--nobody caressed me, everybody offended me: I became rancorous. I was gloomy--other children were merry and talkative. I felt myself superior to them--but was considered inferior: I became envious. I was ready to love the whole world--none understood me: and I learned to hate.

A childish feeling, I admit, but, when we retire from the conventions of society and draw close to nature, we involuntarily become children: each attribute acquired by experience falls away from the soul, which becomes anew such as it was once and will surely be again.

De geschiedenis van een mensenziel , zelfs van de allergeringste, is haast belangwekkender en leerrijker dan de geschiedenis van een geheel volk, vooral wanneer zij het resultaat is van een heldere geest, en wanneer zij geschreven is zonder ijdele wens bewondering en sympathie op te wekken.

We practically always excuse things when we understand them

An unusual beginning must have an unusual end.

And I, as I lived, in an alien landWill die a slave and an orphan.

Anyone who has chanced like me to roam through desolate mountains and studied at length their fantastic shapes and drunk the invigorating air of their valleys can understand why I wish to describe and depict these magic scenes for others.

He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.

I want to reconcile myself with heaven,I want to love, I want to pray,I want to believe in good.

I was born, so that the whole world could be a spectatorOf my triumph or my doom...

In simple hearts the feeling for the beauty and grandeur of nature is a hundred-fold stronger and more vivid than in us, ecstatic composers of narratives in words and on paper.

In the first place, [his eyes] never laughed when he laughed. Have you ever noticed this peculiarity some people have? It is either the sign of an evil nature or of a profound and lasting sorrow.

It is sad to see a young man's fondest hopes and dreams shattered when the rose-colured veil is plucked away and he sees the actions and feelings of men for what they are. But he still has the hope of replacing his old illusions with others, just as fleeting, but also just as sweet.

Love, like fire, goes out without fuel.

my love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out

My whole life has been merely a succession of miserable and unsuccessful denials of feelings or reason.

No good ever becomes of a man who forgets an old friend

O vanity! you are the lever by means of which Archimedes wished to lift the earth!

One should never spurn a penitent criminal: in his despair he may become twice as much a criminal as before.

Out of life's storm I carried only a few ideas - and not one feeling.

Passions are merely ideas in their initial stage.

There are two men in me--one lives in the full sense of the word, the other reasons and passes judgment on the first. The first will perhaps take leave of you and the world forever in an hour now; and the second . . . the second?

We almost always forgive those we understand.

We survive on novelty, so much less demanding than commitment.

What is this eternity to me without you?What is the infinity of my domains?Empty ringing words,A spacious temple - without a divinity!

When we retire from the conventions of society and draw close to nature, we involuntarily become children: each attribute acquired by experience falls away from the soul, which becomes anew such as it was once and will surely be again.

Women love only those whom they do not know!

Women only love those that they don't know.

What of it? If I die, I die. It will be no great loss to the world, and I am thoroughly bored with life. I am like a man yawning at a ball; the only reason he does not go home to bed is that his carriage has not arrived yet.