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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.

Ivan Turgenev

However much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
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Answer Door Nature Word
Great God, grant that twice two be not four.
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God Greatness Mathematics
Don’t force me into saying what I don’t want to say, and what I won’t say.
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Force Myself Talk
The temerity to believe in nothing.
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Believe One Liner
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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Heat heavy Pass Return Sleep Time Wait
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
That’s what children are for—that their parents may not be bored.
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Bored Children Parents
I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.
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Feeling Live Myself Time
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
There is a sweetness in being the sole source, the autocratic and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another.
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Autocracy Greatness Pain Reason Source Sweet
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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Aware Forever Moments Obligation Spiritual
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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Branch Himself Son Willing
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
Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
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Happiness Hurt Late Worst
I’ve become convinced that every person should treat himself strictly and even rudely and distrustfully; it’s difficult to tame the beast in oneself.
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Convince Difficult Oneself Person Treat
Death’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
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Death Deep Encounter Joke New

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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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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