Quotes from Yevgeny Zamyatin

Un medic adevarat incepe sa-l trateze pe om cand acesta e inca sanatos, cand omul se va imbolnavi abia maine, poimaine, peste o saptamana.

But, my dear friends, you must try to think a little now—it will help matters.

A person is like a novel: Up to the very last page you don't know how it's going to end. Otherwise, there'd be no point in reading.

Children are the boldest philosophers. They enter life naked, not covered by the smallest fig leaf of dogma, absolutes, creeds. This is why every question they ask is so absurdly naïve and so frighteningly complex. Children are the boldest philosophers. They enter life naked, not covered by the smallest fig leaf of dogma, absolutes, creeds. This is why every question they ask is so absurdly naïve and so frighteningly complex.

Crystalline, chromatic scales converging and diverging into endless series; and synthetic harmony of the formulae of Taylor and McLauren, wholesome, square, and massive like the "trousers of Pythagoras." Sad melodies dying away in waving movements. The beautiful texture of the spectrum of planets, dissected by Frauenhofer lines ... what magnificent, what perfect regularity! How pitiful the willful music of the ancients, not limited except by the scope of their wild imaginations!

Buzele ei erau ale mele, sorbeam, sorbeam, m? dezlipeam, priveam în t?cere ochii deschiÈ™i spre mine - È™i din nou...

Isn't it clear that bliss and envy are the numerator and the denominator of the fraction known as happiness?

Eu o s?rutam încet. S?rutam cuta aceea naiv?, plinu?? de la încheietura mâinii, ochii albaÈ™tri erau închiÈ™i, semiluna trandafirie începea s? înfloreasc? încet, s? se desfac? - È™i eu o s?rutam întreag?.

?i tu ai în tine, pesemne, câteva pic?turi de sânge solar, de p?dure. Poate c? tocmai de aceea eu te --

LiniÈ™te, pulsul... aÈ™adar: sunt un cristal È™i m? dizolv în ea, în I. Simt absolut limpede cum se topesc, se topesc muchiile È™lefuite care m? limiteaz? în spaÈ›iu - eu dispar, m? dizolv în genunchii ei, în ea, devin tot mai mic - È™i în acelaÈ™i timp tot mai larg, mai mare, mai de necuprins. Pentru c? ea nu e ea, este universul.

Children are the only brave philosophers. And brave philosophers are, inevitably, children. And that's just it—we must always think like children with their what-happens-nexts.

L?ncile genelor se dau la o parte, m? las? s? p?trund - È™i... Cum s? descriu ce face cu mine acest ritual str?vechi, stupid, minunat, când buzele ei le ating pe ale mele? Prin ce formul? s? exprim aceast? vijelie, care m?tur? totul din suflet, în afar? de ea? Da, da, din suflet - n-aveÈ›i decât s? râdeÈ›i, dac? vreÈ›i.

A person is a novel: you don't know how it will end until the very last page. Otherwise, it wouldn't be worth reading to the very end.

How can I tell you what that ancient, absurd, wonderful rite, when her lips touch mine, does to me? What formula can I use to express this whirlwind that sweeps everything out of my soul except her?

Seni korkutuyor çünkü senden güçlü. Nefret ediyorsun çünkü korkuyorsun. Seviyorsun çünkü iplerini eline alam?yorsun. Ä°nsan sadece köle edemediÄŸini sever.

She smiles lightly, cheerfully, and I smile, and the earth-intoxicated, cheerful, light- is floating...

el Estado Único dirigió su ataque contra el segundo dueño del mundo, contra el amor.

Gün ?????. Anlatt?klar?m?n, düÅŸündüklerimin hiçbiri yitip gitmedi; sadece gün ?????yla örtüldü. T?pk? nesnelerin geceleri yitip gitmemesi, sadece karanl?kla örtülmesi gibi...

All of us and perhaps all of you read in childhood, while in school, that greatest of all monuments of ancient literature, the Official Railroad Guide.

Bir terazi al?n ve bir taraf?na bir gram, diÄŸerine bir ton koyun. Bir yanda "Ben", diÄŸer yanda "Biz," yani TekDevlet. Apaç?k, deÄŸil mi? "Ben"in devlet kar??s?nda hakka sahipliÄŸini öne sürmek, bir gram, bir tona eÅŸittir demekle tamamen ayn?d?r. Graml???n? unut ve bir tonun milyonda biri olduÄŸunu hisset.

Final things are for children, because infinity scares children, and it is important that children sleep peacefully at night.

No, I did not understand. But I nodded silently. I was dissolved, I was infinitely small, I was a point... There is, after all, a logic of its own (today's logic) in this condition: a point contains more unknowns than anything else; it need but stir, move, and it may turn into thousands of curves, thousands of bodies. I was afraid to stir: what would I turn into?

the natural course from nullity to grandeur is to forget that you are a gramme and to feel that you are a millionth part of a ton.

Freedom and crime are linked as indivisibly as ... well, as the motion of the aero and its speed: when its speed equals zero, it does not move; when man's freedom equals zero, he commits no crimes. That is clear. The only means of ridding man of crime is ridding him of freedom.