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
An unusual beginning must have an unusual end.
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.
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.
Women love only those whom they do not know!
my love had grown one with my soul; it became darker, but did not go out
And I, as I lived, in an alien landWill die a slave and an orphan.
I was born, so that the whole world could be a spectatorOf my triumph or my doom...
What is this eternity to me without you?What is the infinity of my domains?Empty ringing words,A spacious temple - without a divinity!
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.
We survive on novelty, so much less demanding than commitment.
Passions are merely ideas in their initial stage.
For what did the creator prepare me,Why did he so terribly contradictThe hopes of my youth?...
Evil spawns evil. The first experience of torture gives an understanding of the pleasure in tormenting others.
My whole life has been merely a succession of miserable and unsuccessful denials of feelings or reason.