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 TURGENEVI only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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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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Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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Significance is sweet.
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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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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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Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man’s the workman in it.
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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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Whatever a person may pray for, that person prays for a miracle. Every prayer comes down to this – Almighty God, grant that two times two not equal four.
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Illness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite.
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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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Go forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don’t have far to go, either.
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The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
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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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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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Sternly, remorselessly, fate guides each of us; only at the beginning, when we’re absorbed in details, in all sorts of nonsense, in ourselves, are we unaware of its harsh hand.
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