Mikhail Bulgakov Quotes

There was something uncommonly fake and uncertain in every line of these articles, depite their threatening and self-assured tone. I kept thinking . . . that the authors of these articles weren't saying what they wanted to say, and that that was why they were so furious.

What's the use of dying in a ward surrounded by a lot of groaning and croaking incurables? Wouldn't it be much better to throw a party with that twenty-seven thousand and take poison and depart for the other world to the sound of violins, surrounded by lovely drunken girls and happy friends?

In fact, I'm beginning to fear that this confusion will go on for a long time. And all because he writes down what I said incorrectly.

The hope that she might regain her happiness made her fearless.

[S]aid the not entirely suppressed old Ivan, rearing his head from inside the new one, although without much confidence.

No documents, no person.

Ryukhin showed himself no mercy-'I don't believe in anything I've ever written!'

What is all this? Damn me if I don't have you thrown out of here!' The beast just smiled and said: 'Damn you, I think you said? Very well!

Unfortunately I cannot show it to you,' replied the master, 'because I burned it in my stove.'</br>'I'm sorry but I don't believe you,' said Woland. 'You can't have done. Manuscripts don't burn.

Да, человек смертен, но это было бы ещё полбеды. Плохо то, что он иногда внезапно смертен, вот в чём фокус!

How sad, ye gods, how sad the world is at evening, how mysterious the mists over the swamps. You will know it when you have suffered greatly before dying, when you have walked through the world carrying an unbearable burden. You know it too when you are weary and ready to leave this earth without regret; it's mists, it's swamps and it's rivers; ready to give yourself into the arms of death with a light heart, knowing that death alone can comfort you.

Follow me reader! Who told you that there is no true, faithful, eternal love in this world! May the liar's vile tongue be cut out!

'Oh, no, you don't look like a halfwit,' the procurator replied quietly and smiled some strange smile.

We have no idea whether there were any other strange occurences in Moscow that night, and we have no intention of trying to find out, since the time has come for us to proceed to Part Two of this true narrative. Follow me, reader!

'I do not know these good men,' replied the prisoner.