A Quote by Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

The one who pulls is the one they urge on. — © Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn
The one who pulls is the one they urge on.
[...] I suppose this was the first time I had ever felt an urge not to be. Never an urge to die, far less an urge to put an end to myself - simply an urge not to be. This disgusting, hostile and unlovely world was not made for me, nor I for it. It was alien to me and I to it.
Differences in experience, points of view and opinions aren't what pulls us apart. It's what pulls us together.
When you have strings, everybody pulls you here and pulls you there.
The urge to save humanity is almost always a false front for the urge to rule.
The urge for good design is the same as the urge to go on living.
Prayer is the rope that pulls God and man together. But, it doesn't pull God down to us: It pulls us up to Him.
We urge President Bush to abstain from the National Missile Defense, just as we urge China, India and Pakistan to discontinue their nuclear arsenals.
The urge for destruction is also a creative urge!
The urge to destroy is also a creative urge.
The First Amendment says nothing about your getting paid for saying anything. It just says you can say it. I don't believe that if a corporation pulls all the money out of you or a network pulls their money away or you get fired, you're being censored.
There is yet another illusion, that it is important to be respectable, to be loved and appreciated, to be important. Many say we have a natural urge to be loved and appreciated, to belong. That’s false. Drop this illusion and you will find happiness. We have a natural urge to be free, a natural urge to love, but not to be loved.
My urge to write is an urge not to self-expressionism but to self-transcendence. My work is both bigger and smaller than I am.
The urge that most people feel to have kids is the exact same as the urge that I have to not have kids. I do not want to raise a child.
The urge to destroy is a creative urge.
I think that travel comes from some deep urge to see the world, like the urge that brings up a worm in an Irish bog to see the moon when it is full.
The urge to escape our real self is also an urge to escape the rational and the obvious.
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