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

Ivan Turgenev

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
It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
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Average Herself Mediocre Vulgar
A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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Angry Come Himself Person
What’s important is that twice two is four and all the rest’s nonsense.
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Important Stupidity
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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Beginning Detail Fate Guide Hands Harsh Ourselves
He was the soul of politeness to everyone — to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.
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Himself Polite Respect Soul
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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Earth Fire Happiness Oneself Talk
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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Death Fear Love Myself Thinking Togetherness
What’s terrible is that there’s nothing terrible, that the very essence of life is petty, uninteresting, and degradingly trite.
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Degrade Essence Life Terrible
I share no man’s opinions; I have my own.
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Man Myself Opinion Share
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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Goal Memories Myself Point Remember Road
It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
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Art Romanticism Stupidity
Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
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Happiness Hurt Late Worst
Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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Essence Life Lying Oneself
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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Admit Afraid Heart Love Myself
Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. “I don’t adopt any one’s ideas; I have my own.
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Adopt Ideas Myself Opinion

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

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