57 Quotes by Vladimir Mayakovsky

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

There’s no grandfatherly fondness in me, There are no gray hairs in my soul! Shaking the world with my voice and grinning, I pass you by, - handsome, Twentytwoyearold.

If an American is motoring on his own, he (the paragon of morality and chastity) will slow down and stop beside every solitary pretty female pedestrian, bare his teeth in a big smile, and tempt her into his car with a wild roll of the eyes. A lady who fails to appreciate his passion will qualify as an idiot who doesn't realise how lucky she is to have the opportunity of getting to know the owner of this 100-horse-power motor car.

To us love says humming that the heart's stalled motor has begun working again.

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

I want to be understood by my country, but if I fail to be understood - what then?, I shall pass through my native land to one side, like a shower of slanting rain.

The love boat has crashed against the everyday.

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

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.