Alexei Nikolaevich, Tsarevich of Russia famous quotes

I enjoy the sun and the beauty of summer as long as I can. Who knows whether one of these days I shall not be prevented from doing it?
-- Alexei Nikolaevich, Tsarevich of Russia

#Summer #Long #Sun

Today is like yesterday and tomorrow will be the same as today. God, help us! Take pity of us!
-- Alexei Nikolaevich, Tsarevich of Russia

#Yesterday #Today #Helping

When I am dead, I will not hurt anymore, will it Mama?...When I am dead, build me a little monument of stones in the woods.
-- Alexei Nikolaevich, Tsarevich of Russia

#Hurt #Stones #Littles

Now I have realized what the lie is. If I became a tsar, no one would ever dare to tell me a lie. I would have gotten the country under control.
-- Alexei Nikolaevich, Tsarevich of Russia

#Country #Lying #Dare

Why aren't I like other boys?
-- Alexei Nikolaevich, Tsarevich of Russia

#Boys

Mama, don't forget to put a little monument on my tomb when I'm dead.
-- Alexei Nikolaevich, Tsarevich of Russia

#Littles #Mama #Forget

He doesn't deserve it. he can have any girl in the world's love and he took yours. someone who deserves so much more than a summer fling

How long does getting thin take?

Oh, Eeyore, you are wet!” said Piglet, feeling him. Eeyore shook himself, and asked somebody to explain to Piglet what happened when you had been inside a river for quite a long time.

I tried the paleo diet, which is the caveman diet - lots of meat. And I tried the calorie restriction diet: The idea is that if you eat very, very little - if you're on the verge of starvation, you will live a very long time, whether or not you want to, of course.

The Baptists' basic theology is that if you hold someone under water long enough, he'll come around to your way of thinking. It's a ritual known as 'Bobbing for Baptists.'

So long as the human spirit thrives on this planet, music in some living form will accompany and sustain it and give it expressive meaning.

You either die a hero or live long enough to become the villain.

From the time I read my first Hemingway work, The Sun Also Rises, as a student at Soldan High School in St. Louis, I was struck with an affliction common to my generation: Hemingway Awe.

The diurnal sun sets at night, but the sun of the heart never disappears.

At length corruption, like a general flood (So long by watchful ministers withstood), Shall deluge all; and avarice, creeping on, Spread like a low-born mist, and blot the sun.