Quotes from Mikhail Bulgakov

Follow me reader! Who ever told you there is no such things in the world as real, true, everlasting love? May the liar have his despicable tongue cut out!

His swearing is methodical, continuous, and apparently entirely senseless.

The cat, covered in dust and standing on its hind legs, bowed to Margarita. Round its neck it was now wearing a made-up white bow tie on an elastic band, with a pair of ladies' mother-of-pearl binoculars hanging on a cord. It had also gilded its whiskers.

he was coming to understand he could not come to rectify anything in his life, only forget.

Obedient to constraint, I was compelled to submit

You spoke your words as though you denied the very existence of the shadows or of evil. Think, now: where would your good be if there were no evil and what would the world look like without shadow?

It's nice to hold on to a holiday midnight a little longer than usual

I believe!' Margarita whispered solemnly. 'I believe! Something will happen! It cannot not happen, because for what, indeed, has lifelong torment been sent to me? I admit that I lied and deceived and lived a secret life, hidden from people, but all the same the punishment for it cannot be so cruel…Something is bound to happen, because it cannot be that anything will go on for ever…

Man is mortal, and as the professor so rightly said mortality can come so suddenly

Yes, man is mortal, but that would be only half the trouble. The worst of it is that he's sometimes unexpectedly mortal—there's the trick! And generally he's unable to say what he's going to do this same evening.

Everyone listened to this amusing narrative with great interest, and the moment that Behemoth concluded it, they all shouted in unison: 'Lies!

Who ever told you there is no such thing in the world as real, true, everlasting love? May the liar have his despicable tongue cut out!

I, the unfortunate Doctor Polyakov, who became addicted to morphine in February of this year, warn anyone who may suffer the same fate not to attempt to replace morphine with cocaine. Cocaine is a most foul and insidious poison. Yesterday Anna barely managed to revive me with camphor injections and today I am half dead.

That's really bad, concluded the host, say what you will, but there's something evil lurking in men who avoid wine, games, the society of delightful women, table talk. Such people are either gravely ill or secretly hate those around them. True, exceptions are possible. Among those who have sat down with me at the banqueting table, there have sometimes been some astonishing scoundrels! And so, I'm listening to why you're here.

Twelve men conducted the investigation, gathering as on a knitting-needle the accursed stitches of this complicated case all over Moscow.

And the ice is melting in the bowl, and at the next table you see someone's bloodshot, bovine eyes, and you're afraid, afraid . . . Oh, gods, my gods, poison, bring me poison!

The time had come to act, to drink the bitter cup of responsibility.

But worse things were about to be found in the bedroom: on the jeweller's wife's ottoman, in a casual pose, sprawled a third party- namely, a black cat of uncanny size, with a glass of vodka in one paw and a fork, on which he had managed to spear a pickled mushroom, in the other. , The Master and Magarita

Tak, czÅ'owiek jest Å›miertelny, ale to jeszcze póÅ' biedy. Najgorsze, ?e to, i? jest Å›miertelny, okazuje siÄ™ niespodziewanie, w tym wÅ'aÅ›nie sÄ™k!

Tutto passa. Passano le sofferenze e i dolori, passano il sangue, la fame, la pestilenza. La spada sparirà, le stelle invece resteranno, e ci saranno, le stelle, anche quando dalla terra saranno scomparse le ombre persino dei nostri corpi e delle nostre opere. Non c'è uomo che non lo sappia. Ma perché allora non vogliamo rivolgere lo sguardo alle stelle? Perché?

Opowie?? goÅ›cia Iwanowego stawaÅ'a siÄ™ coraz zawilsza, coraz wiÄ™cej w niej byÅ'o niedomówieÅ". MówiÅ' coÅ› o zacinajÄ…cym deszczu i o rozpaczy panujÄ…cej w cichej piwniczej przystani, o tym, ?e dokÄ…dÅ› jeszcze chodziÅ' z tym rÄ™kopisem. WykrzykiwaÅ' szeptem, ?e bynajmniej nie wini tej, która go zagrzewaÅ'a do walki, o nie, nie wini jej!

Well, now,' the latter replied pensively, 'they're people like any other people...they love money, but that has always been so...Mankind loves money, whatever it's made of -leather, paper, bronze, gold. Well, they're light-minded...well, what of it...mercy sometimes knocks at their hearts...ordinary people...In general, reminiscent of the former ones...only the housing problem has corrupted them...' Chapter 12

Yes, man is mortal, but that isn't so bad. What's bad is that sometimes he's unexpectedly mortal, that's the rub. And, in general, he can't even say in the morning what he'll be doing that very same night.

People who think you can use terror are quite wrong. No, no, terror is useless, whatever its colour – white, red or even brown! Terror completely paralyses the nervous system.