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Everywhere across whatever sorrows of which our life is woven, some radiant joy will gaily flash past.
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Ah, steeds, steeds, what steeds! Has the whirlwind a home in your manes? Is there a sensitive ear, alert as a flame, in your every fiber? Hearing the familiar song from above, all in one accord you strain your bronze chests and, hooves barely touching the ground, turn into straight lines cleaving the air, and all inspired by God it rushes on!
Nikolai Gogol
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It is no use to blame the looking glass if your face is awry.
Nikolai Gogol -
There are people who exist in this world not like entities but like the speckles or spots on something.
Nikolai Gogol -
Don't blame the mirror if your face is faulty.
Nikolai Gogol -
A word aptly uttered or written cannot be cut away by an axe.
Nikolai Gogol -
We have the marvelous gift of making everything insignificant.
Nikolai Gogol -
I am very fond of the modest manner of life of those solitary owners of remote villages, who in Little Russia are commonly called "old-fashioned," who are like tumbledown picturesque little houses, delightful in their simplicity and complete unlikeness to the new smooth buildings whose walls have not yet been discolored by the rain, whose roofs are not yet covered with green lichen, and whose porch does not display its bricks through the peeling stucco.
Nikolai Gogol
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Everything resembles the truth, everything can happen to a man.
Nikolai Gogol -
Two turtle doves will show thee Where my cold ashes lie And sadly murmuring tell thee How in tears I did die.
Nikolai Gogol -
The longer and more carefully we look at a funny story, the sadder it becomes.
Nikolai Gogol -
How much savage coarseness is concealed in refined, cultivated manners.
Nikolai Gogol -
Of course, Alexander the Great was a hero, but why smash the chairs?
Nikolai Gogol -
It is well-known that there are many faces in the world over the finishing of which nature did not take much trouble, did not employ any fine tools such as files, gimlets, and so on, but simply hacked them out with round strokes: one chop-a nose appears; another chop-lips appear; eyes are scooped out with a big drill; and she lets it go into the world rough-hewn, saing: "ALIVE!
Nikolai Gogol
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It's the most righteous, which of course is not the same thing as the most profitable.
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At the end of the table, the secretary was reading the decision in some case, but in such a mournful and monotonous voice, that the condemned man himself would have fallen asleep while listening to it. The judge, no doubt, would have been the first of all to do so, had he not entered into an engrossing conversation while it was going on.
Nikolai Gogol -
Also, though not over-elderly, he was not over-young.
Nikolai Gogol -
As you pass from the tender years of youth into harsh and embittered manhood, make sure you take with you on your journey all the human emotions! Don't leave them on the road, for you will not pick them up afterwards!
Nikolai Gogol -
The current generation now sees everything clearly, it marvels at the errors, it laughs at the folly of its ancestors, not seeing that this chronicle is all overscored by divine fire, that every letter of it cries out, that from everywhere the piercing finger is pointed at it, at this current generation; but the current generation laughs and presumptuously, proudly begins a series of new errors, at which their descendants will also laugh afterwards.
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...and sank into the profound slumber which comes only to such fortunate folk as are troubled neither with mosquitoes nor fleas nor excessive activity of brain.
Nikolai Gogol
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Steeds, steeds, what steeds! Has the whirlwind a home in your manes?
Nikolai Gogol -
I tell everyone very plainly that I take bribes, but what kind of bribes? Why, greyhound puppies. That's a totally different matter.
Nikolai Gogol -
What is stronger in us — passion or habit? Or are all the violent impulses, all the whirl of our desires and turbulent passions, only the consequence of our ardent age, and is it only through youth that they seem deep and shattering?
Nikolai Gogol -
But there is nothing enduring in the world, and therefore even joy in the second minute is already not as acute as in the first; in the third minute it becomes still weaker and finally merges unnoticeably with the usual condition of the soul, as a circle on the water, caused by the fall of a pebble, finally merges with the smooth surface.
Nikolai Gogol