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?
IVAN TURGENEVI’m through with Tolstoy. He has ceased to exist for me…. If I eat a bowl of soup and like it, I know by that fact alone and with absolute certainty that Tolstoy will find it bad, and vice versa.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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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.
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Take what you can yourself, and don’t let others get you into their hands; to belong to oneself, that is the whole thing in life.
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It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
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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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I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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However much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
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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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Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
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I agree with no one’s opinion. I have some of my own.
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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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Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. “I don’t adopt any one’s ideas; I have my own.
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I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
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Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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I was afraid of looking into my heart…afraid of thinking seriously about anything…I did not want to know whether I was loved, and I did not want to admit to myself that I was not loved.
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