My heart Quotes by Vladimir Mayakovsky

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In the church of my heart the choir is on fire

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If you like I'll be furious flesh elemental, or- changing to tones that the sunset arouses- if you like- I'll be extraordinary gentle, not…

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I understand the power and the alarm of words - Not those that they applaud from theatre-boxes, but those which make coffins break from bearers and on their four oak legs walk right away.

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Our planet is poorly equipped for delight. One must snatch gladness from the days that are. In this life it's not difficult to die.…

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Comrade life, let us march faster, March faster through what's left of the five-year plan.

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On the pavement of my trampled soul the steps of madmen weave the prints of rude crude words.

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“You entered, Abrupt like “Take it!”, Mauling suede gloves, you tarried, And said: “You know,- I’m soon getting married.” Get married then. It’s all right, I can handle it. You see - I’m calm, of course! Like the pulse Of a corpse. Remember? You used to say: “Jack London, Money, Love and ardour,”-- I saw one thing only: You were…

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“Soon, sampled by everyone, Stale and pallid, I’ll come out And mumble toothlessly That today I’m “Remarkably candid.”

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“Men, crumpled like bed-sheets in hospitals, And women, battered like overused proverbs.”

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Gentle souls! You play your love on the violin. The crude ones play it on the drums violently. But can you turn yourselves inside…

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“Then there's amortization, the deadliest of all; amortization of the heart and soul.”

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“Oleg Bard: I understand, but by virtue of that power of imagination which, according to [Georgi] Plekhanov, is granted to Marxists, I can already…

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A line is a fuse that's lit. The line smolders, the rhyme explodes— and by a stanza a city is blown to bits.

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