"Eugene Onegin" Quotes
A Russian novel in verse that tells the tragic story of self-absorbed Eugene Onegin and his impact on those around him.
classics | 304 pages | Published in 2008
Quotes
Tis not beauty, so to call it - youthful bloom, the heart's composure...
The noble, proud one, who - our cross and grief to serve - is exile...
I pity you, friend, sincerely; hope of thwarted youth mocks; I'd yearn for solace too, were I - defeated hope's mere echo...
Do not weep: grief is fruitless, and time subdues lamentation.
Necessity, hypocrite virtue, takes up her abode in my breast...
Alone, he got on his steed, the foe in full expectation...
What does man need? For threescore and ten, life's lessons he peruses...
But of his leisure squandered in yearning, did it not carry...
Exclaiming: "Circassian, show yourself! Let love and wine flow plentifully..."
Oh lofty, divine inspiration! Gift most vouchsafed to mortals...
