Mikhail Lermontov
Mikhail Lermontov
Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontovwas a Russian Romantic writer, poet and painter, sometimes called "the poet of the Caucasus", the most important Russian poet after Alexander Pushkin's death in 1837 and the greatest figure in Russian Romanticism. His influence on later Russian literature is still felt in modern times, not only through his poetry, but also through his prose, which founded the tradition of the Russian psychological novel...
NationalityRussian
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth15 October 1814
CountryRussian Federation
We survive on novelty, so much less demanding than commitment.
I was born, so that the whole world could be a spectatorOf my triumph or my doom...
And I, as I lived, in an alien landWill die a slave and an orphan.
Women love only those whom they do not know!
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.
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.
We almost always forgive those we understand.
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.
Happiness comes the way the wind blows.
He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.
Many a calm river begins as a turbulent waterfall, yet none hurtles and foams all the way to the sea.
An unusual beginning must have an unusual end.
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.
Afraid of decision, I buried my finer feelings in the depths of my heart and they died there.