All human beings hang by a thread, an abyss may open under their feet at any moment, and yet they have to go and invent all sorts of difficulties for themselves and spoil their lives.
IVAN TURGENEVEveryone needs help from everyone else.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
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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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We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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Great God, grant that twice two be not four.
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Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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I never started from ideas but always from character.
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One may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity.
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People without firmness of character love to make up a fate for themselves; that relieves them of the necessity of having their own will and of taking responsibility for themselves.
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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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There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
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Behind me there are already so many memories Lots of memories, but no point in remembering them, and ahead of me a long, long road with nothing to aim for I just don’t want to go along it.
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What’s important is that twice two is four and all the rest’s nonsense.
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Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
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I was as happy as a fish in water, and I could have stayed in that room for ever, have never left that place.
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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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