Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.
IVAN TURGENEVBazarov drew himself up haughtily. “I don’t adopt any one’s ideas; I have my own.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man’s the workman in it.
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Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
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We Russians have assigned ourselves no other task in life but the cultivation of our own personalities, and when we’re barely past childhood, we set to work to cultivate them, those unfortunate personalities.
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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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Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late. It can give no pleasure, yet it deprives you of that most precious of rights – the right to swear and curse at your fate!
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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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Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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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!
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Great God, grant that twice two be not four.
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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
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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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What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
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I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
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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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