I’m incapable of describing the feeling with which I left. I wouldn’t want it ever to be repeated, but I would have considered myself unfortunate if I’d never experienced it.
IVAN TURGENEVDeath’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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Nature cares nothing for logic, our human logic: she has her own, which we do not recognize and do not acknowledge until we are crushed under its wheel.
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
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No matter how often you knock at nature’s door, she won’t answer in words you can understand–for Nature is dumb. She’ll vibrate and moan like a violin, but you mustn’t expect a song.
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I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.
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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
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We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
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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?
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The temerity to believe in nothing.
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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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Nature creates while destroying, and doesn’t care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn’t extinguished, as long as death doesn’t lose its rights.
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What’s terrible is that there’s nothing terrible, that the very essence of life is petty, uninteresting, and degradingly trite.
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What’s important is that twice two is four and all the rest’s nonsense.
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In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.
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That is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but even more like the truth.
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A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.
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