Quotes from Nikolai Gogol

The long-forgotten, living eyes of the portrait began to torment him, and then his madness became dreadful. All the people who surrounded his bed seemed to him horrible portraits. The portrait doubled and quadrupled itself; all the walls seemed hung with portraits, which fastened their living eyes upon him; portraits glared at him from the ceiling, from the floor; the room widened and lengthened endlessly, in order to make room for more of the motionless eyes.

How dare you, I repeat, in disregard of all decency, call me a goose?

107] Comme on dirait un gobe-mouche, un désœuvré, un oisif, qui bat l'eau pour faire des ronds, qui fume pour faire quelque chose et ne fait autre emploi de ses dix doigts que de soutenir le tuyau de sa pipe de l'air du monde le plus préoccupé.

Pulcheria Ivanovna reached out her hand to stroke her; but the ungrateful animal had evidently become too well used to robber cats, or adopted some romantic notion about love and poverty being better than a palace, for the cats were as poor as church-mice.

Being disappeared who was protected by none, dear to none, interesting to none, and who never even attracted to himself the attention of those students of human nature who omit no opportunity of thrusting a pin through a common fly, and examining it under the microscope.

It's no wonder, however, that somebody would get cold who had knocked about all day in hell, where, as we know, it is not so cold as it is here in winter, and where, a chef's hat on his head and standing before the hearth like a real cook, he had been roasting sinners with as much pleasure as any woman roasts sausages at Christmas.

Bugüne kadar kad?nlar?n kime a??k oldu?unu kimseler bilmiyordu. Bunu ilk anlayan ben oldum. Kad?n ?eytana a??kt?r.

Solokha nodded to everyone, and everyone thought she was nodding to him alone.

How, in fact, could a nose, which only yesterday was in the middle of his face, and which could not possibly walk around or drive in a carriage, suddenly turn up in a uniform!

On the twenty-fifth day of March, an extraordinary strange incident occurred in Petersburg.

His whole face tended towards the nose — it was what, in common parlance, is known as a "pitcher-mug.

Tatl? gençlik y?llar?ndan, ileri ya?lar?n sert, kat? y?llar?na giderken tüm insanc?l e?ilimlerinizi, duygular?n?z? yan?n?za almay? unutmay?n, yolda b?rakmay?n onlar?, sonra yerlerinden kald?ramazs?n?z. Hemen ileride sizi beklemekte olan ya?l?l?k korkunçtur, hiçbir ?eyi geri vermez! Mezar bile ondan daha merhametli, daha lütufkard?r...

I jadni mladi? zaklanjao bi lice rukama i ko zna koliko bi puta u svome životu poslije toga uzdrhtao, vide?i koliko je mnogo okrutne grubosti sakriveno u prefinjenim i ugla?enim ljudima i, bože, ?ak i u onom ?ovjeku koga društvo smatra plemenitim i ?estitim...

Instálese en un rincón tranquilo, cerca de la iglesia y de la gente sencilla y buena: o si tiene grandes deseos de dejar descendencia, cásese con alguna muchacha pobre y buena. Olvídese de este mundo ruidoso y de todas sus lujosas tentaciones, y que él también lo olvide. En este mundo no hay consuelo. Ya lo ve usted: no hay más que enemigos, traiciones y pecados

Para mim é, melhor o homem que diz sem rodeios que não percebe do assunto do que o hipócrita, que fala como se soubesse daquilo que não sabe e só borra e estraga tudo.

Se llevaron el cadáver y le dieron sepultura. Y San Petersburgo se quedó sin Akaki Akákievich, como si nunca hubiera existido. Desapareció para siempre ese ser a quien nadie defendió, por quien nadie profesó afecto ni mostró el menor interés ; ni siquiera despertó la curiosidad de los naturalistas; siempre dispuestos a clavar un alfiler a una simple mosca para observarla a un microscopio.

So he had been sleeping! God, what a dream! And why wake up? why not wait one more moment: she surely would have appeared again! The unpleasant and wan light of vexatious day showed in his windows. Such gray, such dingy disorder in his room … Oh, how repulsive reality is! What is it compared with dreams?

Créame, Paviel Ivanovich, que mientras no se abandone aquello por lo que se devoran y se matan la gente en la tierra, y mientras no se piense en el bienestar espiritual, no habrá felicidad ni bienestar en la tierra.

Unos días después de su muerte un ujier del departamento se presentó en su casa para ordenarle que se reincorporara inmediatamente a su puesto de trabajo , pues así lo exigía el jefe. Pero no pudo cumplir su misión y a la vuelta declaró que Akaki Akákievich no aparecería más por allí. «¿Por qué?», le preguntaron. «Porque ha muerto —respondió—. Hace cuatro días que lo enterraron.»

In effetti la pietà non ci assale mai così violentemente come alla vista della bellezza toccata dal soffio corruttore del vizio. Ancora ancora gli si accompagnasse la deformità, la bellezza, la tenera bellezza... nei nostri pensieri si unisce soltanto all'innocenza e alla purezza.

De que modo estranho e incompreensível o destino brinca connosco! Será que alguma vez alcançamos aquilo que almejamos? Será que conseguimos aquilo que, parece, as nossas forças foram expressamente preparadas? Tudo se passa ao contrário.

There was a story to do with this story: It was told us by Stephan Ivanovich Kurochka, who used to come over from Gadyach.

But nothing on this earth lasts for a long time, and thus even joy is not as vivid the second moment as it is the first; the third moment, it becomes still weaker, and finally it merges unnoticeably with the normal state of one's soul,

I am who I am and that's who I am.