In days of doubt, in days of dreary musings on my country’s fate, you alone are my comfort and support, oh great, powerful, righteous, and free Russian language!
IVAN TURGENEVHowever much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
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Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.
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Sternly, remorselessly, fate guides each of us; only at the beginning, when we’re absorbed in details, in all sorts of nonsense, in ourselves, are we unaware of its harsh hand.
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Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet sleep.
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Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
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A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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I don’t see why it’s impossible to express everything that’s on one’s mind.
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There is a sweetness in being the sole source, the autocratic and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another.
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Don’t force me into saying what I don’t want to say, and what I won’t say.
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Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me – a long, long road without a goal.
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So long as one’s just dreaming about what to do, one can soar like an eagle and move mountains, it seems, but as soon as one starts doing it one gets worn out and tired.
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Oh, gentle feelings, soft sounds, the goodness and the gradual stilling of a soul that has been moved; the melting happiness of the first tender, touching joys of love- where are you?
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Great God, grant that twice two be not four.
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