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I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.

Ivan Turgenev

We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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Reach Stars
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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Better Existence Poetry Talk Truth
I’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.
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Alone Bad Existence Fact Myself
I never started from ideas but always from character.
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Character Ideas Myself Start
Great God, grant that twice two be not four.
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God Greatness Mathematics
Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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Essence Life Lying Oneself
To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
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Desire Expectation Genuine Holy Sympathy
Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
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Death Yourself
The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
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Atheist Fact Simplicity
Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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Man Miracle Prayer Reduce
I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
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Grieve Life Meadow Myself Walk
I share no man’s opinions; I have my own.
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Man Myself Opinion Share
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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Happiness Myself Place Room Stay Water
Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
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Bird Fairy Tale Feed
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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Hands Independent Life Yourself
Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man’s the workman in it.
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Man Nature Temple Workshop

I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.

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