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What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called forth one sigh, one mournful sentiment?

Ivan Turgenev

One may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity.
IVAN TURGENEV

Earth Fire Happiness Oneself Talk
I do not know what the heart of a bad man is like. But i do know what the heart of a good man is like. And it is terrible.
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Bad Goodness Heart Man Myself Terrible
To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
IVAN TURGENEV

Desire Expectation Genuine Holy Sympathy
You may live a long while with some people and be on friendly terms with them and never speak openly with them from your soul.
IVAN TURGENEV

Friendly Live People Soul Yourself
Death is like a fisherman, who, having caught a fish in his net, leaves it in the water for a time; the fish continues to swim about, but all the while the net is round it, and the fisherman will snatch it out in his own good time.
IVAN TURGENEV

Death Goodness Leaving Time Water
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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Dreams Oneself Soar Start Tired
Each individual is more or less dimly aware of his significance, is aware that he’s something innately superior, something eternal–and lives, is obligated to live, in the moment and for the moment.
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Aware Forever Moments Obligation Spiritual
A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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Angry Come Himself Person
Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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Man Miracle Prayer Reduce
In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.
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Beginning Love Myself
There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
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Feeling Life Moments Pass Point
I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
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Actor Flirt Heart Nature
I never started from ideas but always from character.
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Character Ideas Myself Start
Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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Essence Life Lying Oneself
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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Heat heavy Pass Return Sleep Time Wait
The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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Dreams Past Remember

What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called forth one sigh, one mournful sentiment?

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