Top 300 Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn Quotes (2025 Update)
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301. “No one on this earth ever says anything ‘once and for all.’ If they did, life would come to a stop and succeeding generations would have nothing to say.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

302. “All history is one continuous pestilence. There is no truth and there is no illusion. There is nowhere to appeal and nowhere to go.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

303. “Of course their turn will come. There is a destructive force in prosperity. To prolong it for a year, a day, a man will sacrifice not only all that belongs to others but all that is sacred. He will defy the dictates of common prudence.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

304. “Moscow was an enormous city, but there was nowhere to go in it.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

305. “Now for the first time you were about to see people who were not your enemies. Now for the first time you were about to see others who were alive, who were traveling your road, and whom you could join to yourself with the joyous word “we.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

306. “When our life crackles and sparks like a torch, we curse the necessity of spending eight hours uselessly in sleep. When we have been deprived of everything, when we have been deprived of hope, then bless you, fourteen hours of sleep!”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

307. “You’re a member of the collective! You’re a member of the collective!’ That’s right. But only while he’s alive. When the time comes for him to die, we release him from the collective. He may be a member, but he has to die alone. It’s only he who is saddled with the tumor, not the whole collective.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

308. “Given that interrogations had ceased to be an attempt to get at the truth, for the interrogators in difficult cases they became a mere exercise of their duties as executioners and in easy cases simply a pastime and a basis for receiving a salary.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

309. “The belly is a demon. It doesn’t remember how well you treated it yesterday; it’ll cry out for more tomorrow.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

310. “Oleg had learned a lesson. This was his reward for not hurrying. The lesson was – never rush on without looking around first.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

311. “Shukhov stared at the ceiling and said nothing. He no longer knew whether he wanted to be free or not... it had gradually dawned on him that people like himself were not allowed to go home but were packed off into exile. And there was no knowing where the living was easier – here or there. The one thing he might want to ask God for was to let him go home. But they wouldn’t let him go home.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

312. “No one, even as a joke, could call a member of the all-Union Communist Party a Neo-Hegelian, a Neo-Kantian, a Subjectivist, an Agnostic, or, God forbid, a Revisionist. But “epicurean” sounded so harmless it could not possibly imply that one was not an orthodox Marxist.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

313. “The man from whom you’ve taken everything is no longer in your power; he is free again.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

314. “But substantial X-ray treatment is impossible without transfusion!” “Then don’t give it! Why do you assume you have the right to decide for someone else? Don’t you agree it’s a terrifying right, one that rarely leads to good? You should be careful. No one’s entitled to it, not even doctors.” “But doctors are entitled to that right – doctors above all,” exclaimed Dontsova with deep conviction. By now she was really angry. “Without that right there’d be no such thing as medicine!”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

315. “He read as a hare or a kangaroo hops, barely touching the ground, carrying off crumbs of soil on its paws.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

316. “This was happiness. To go nowhere, ask for nothing, want nothing, just to stand there the whole night through, blissfully, blessedly, as trees stand, catching the snowflakes on his upturned face.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

317. “Anna Akhmatova.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

318. “Easy money had no weight: you didn’t feel you’d earned it. What you get for a song you won’t have for long, the old folks used to say, and they were right.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

319. “They hung on to each other so closely that you’d think one would suffocate unless he breathed the same air as the other.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

320. “It was clearly a prisoner’s craftwork; that is, the most painstaking work in the world, for prisoners have nowhere to hurry to.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

321. “No zek had the right to stay one second in his workroom without the supervision of a free employee because prudence dictated that the prisoner would be bound to use that unsupervised second to break into the steel safe with a lead pencil, photograph its secret documents with a trouser button, explode an atom bomb, and fly to the moon.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

322. “It was simply that we grow dull with the passing years. We grow tired. We lose all true talent for grief or for faithfulness. We surrender to time. Yet every day we swallow food and lick our fingers – in this respect we are unyielding. If we’re not fed for two days we go out of our minds, we start climbing up the wall. Fine progress we’ve made, we human beings.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

323. “There are questions on which a definite opinion has been established, and they are no longer open to discussion.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

324. “Without even knowing it ourselves, we were ransomed by the small change in copper that was left from the golden coins our great-grandfathers had expended, at a time when morality was not considered relative and when the distinction between good and evil was very simply perceived by the heart.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

325. “How old were you then?” “Fourteen.” “Do you remember anything about it?” “Very little.” “You don’t remember? It was like an earthquake. Apartment doors were flung wide open, people went in and took things and left. No one asked any questions. They deported a quarter of the city. Don’t you remember?” “Yes, I do. But the shameful thing is, at the time it didn’t seem the most important thing in the world. They explained it to us at school – why it was necessary, why it was expedient.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

326. “On the great Belomor Canal even an automobile was a rarity. Everything was created, as they say in camp, with ‘fart power’.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

327. “Finally, he gave up trying to quiet her and lit a cigarette, the last resort of a man who finds himself in an intolerably stupid position.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

328. “Wherever they went – Moscow, Tehran, the Syrian coast, Switzerland – a furnished house, villa, or apartment awaited the young couple. And their philosophies of life were the same: “We have only one life!” So take everything life can give, except one thing: the birth of a child. For a child is an idol who sucks dry the juices of your being without any return for your sacrifices, not even ordinary gratitude.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

329. “In one of my prewar lectures – they were devilishly daring! – I developed this excerpt from Goethe into the elegiac idea that there is no such thing as happiness, that it is either unattainable or illusory. Then, suddenly, a note was passed to me, a page torn out of a miniature notebook – squared paper: “ ‘But I’m in love – and I am happy! What do you say to that?’ ” “What did you say?” “What can anybody say?”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

330. “Vera always seemed to be in a hurry, but when she got into a bus she would sit herself down as comfortably as possible on the broken springs of the seat, or else reach out for a strap, hang onto it and think to herself, “I don’t want to do anything.” In spite of common sense she knew that she merely had to kill the hours of the evening, then hurry back to work the next morning in an identical bus.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

331. “A prisoner five years between the shafts never hurries. He knows that what comes next can only be worse.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

332. “The majority of the Greeks ended up in Central Asian exile; those who voiced their discontent were thrown into political prisons.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

333. “You can’t know everything in the world. Whatever happens you’ll die a fool.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

334. “Abakumov was cleverer than Yakonov supposed. It was just that prolonged lack of exercise had rendered the minister’s brain useless to him.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

335. “Just as a star suddenly flares to a hundred times its previous brightness – and then fades away, so, too, a human being not disposed to be a political may nonetheless flare up briefly and intensely in prison and perish as a result. Ordinarily we do not learn about these cases. Sometimes there is a witness to tell about them. Sometimes there is merely a faded piece of paper in front of us on which we can only build hypothesis;.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

336. “We studied nature, whereas our brothers studied society. We’re still around; our brothers are no more. So who inherits the unfulfilled destiny of the elite in the humanities? Perhaps we do? If we don’t take a hand, who will?”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

337. “So leave envy to those who always think the radish in the other fellow’s hand is bigger than yours.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

338. “He was condemned precisely because he prospered so well, he had no desire to risk his life, to defend the good life.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

339. “That’s why there’s a devil – to judge the priests.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

340. “All the glorified technological achievements of Progress, including the conquest of outer space, do not redeem the Twentieth century’s moral poverty which no one could imagine even as late as in the Nineteenth Century.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

341. “She was wonderful, in spite of everything she was wonderful.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

342. “Even a strong man had no way left him to fight the prison machine, except perhaps suicide. But is suicide really resistance? Isn’t it actually submission?”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

343. “Sa traiesti intr-o cusca cu cinci etaje, unde se umbla si se bocane deasupra capului tau, iar radioul urla din toate partile – e considerat un lucru tare bun. Iar sa traiesti ca un lucrator harnic al pamantului, intr-o bojdeuca lipita cu lut, la marginea stepei – se considera o mare nesansa.”

— Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn