Quotes from Mikhail Bulgakov

O amor caiu em cima de nós, como um assassino saído da terra, na travessa, fulminando imediatamente a ambos!

no aspirin will help you. Follow the wise old rule—cure like with like. The only thing that will bring you back to life is two glasses of vodka with something pickled and hot to go with it.

Umutsuzluk ise ba???lanmaz bir günahkârl?kt?r.

Hem tramvaylar?n geçtiÄŸi raylar? temizleyeceksin bütün gün, hem de Ispanya'daki fakirlerin geleceÄŸi üzerine kafa patlatacaks?n ha?

Go on living . . . and be kind to one another . .

If You Want To Experience Great Positive Change In Your Life, Always Prune Your Good Habits Towards That Change, And Uproot Any Bad Habits That May Be Limiting You.

Spend my whole life working in the Shipping ! You have to be joking!

Ne obmanjuj makar samoga sebe.

And now came the second strange thing...He suddenly stopped hiccuping, his heart thumped and dropped somewhere for a second, then returned, but with a blunt needle stuck in it... the apparition had dissolved, the checkered character had vanished, and with him, the needle had slipped out of his heart. (4)

The Procurator did not squint because the sun dazzled him. No! For some reason, he did not want to see the group of condemned men who, as he well knew, were being escorted behind him onto the platform. (40)

He waited for a time, knowing that no force could silence the crowd until it screamed out everything that had accumulated within it and quieted down by itself. (40)

But no, no! The seductive mystics are lying. There are no Caribbean Seas in the world, no reckless buccaneers are sailing them, and no corvettes are chasing them, no cannon smoke drifts low over the waves. There is nothing, and there never was! There is only a stunted linden tree out there, and iron fence, and the boulevard beyond it...And ice melting in the bowl, and someone's bovine bloodshot eyes at the next table, and fear, fear...Oh, gods, gods, poison, give me poison!... (67)

Yes, he is dead, dead...But we--we are alive! (67)

What do you wish And was astonished, not recognizing his own voice. And what was said in a treble; the do you in a basso; and wish did not come out at all. (85)

What would your good do if evil didn't exist_

Chewing a forkful of caviar, Styopa managed to squeeze out the words: And you?...have a bite? Thank you, I never do, answered the stranger and poured a second drink. They uncovered the saucepan and found that it contained sausages with tomato sauce. (86)

For a moment it seemed that this was the music of a song, once heard under the southern stars in a cafe-chantant, with half-absurd, half-blind, recklessly merry words (146)

But his anxiety communicated itself to room 120, where the patient awakened and began to look for his head, and to room 118, where the unknown Master wrung his hands in agony, looking at the moon and recalling the bitter autumn night, the last of his life, the streak of light under the basement door, and the uncurled strands of hair. From room 118 the restlessness flew across the balcony to Ivan, and he awakened and began to cry. (181)

After the medicine suffused his body, peace came to him like an engulfing wave. His limbs grew light, and slumber wafted its warm breezes over his head. He fell asleep, and the last thing he heard was the pre-dawn twittering of the birds in the wood. But soon they were silent, and he began to dream that the sun was already setting over Bald Mountain, and the mountain was surrounded by a double cordon... (181)

the eye was blinded by the blaze of silver boiling in the sun. (185)

Thou art a black God! I curse Thee, God of thieves, their soul and protector! (191)

Am I to follow him? the master enquired uneasily, with a touch on his reins. No, answered Woland, why try to pursue what is completed?

Clever people have long been aware that happiness is like good health: when you have it, you don't notice it. But as the years go by, oh, the memories, the memories of happiness past!

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