In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.
IVAN TURGENEVBehind 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.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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I don’t see why it’s impossible to express everything that’s on one’s mind.
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Nature creates while destroying, and doesn’t care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn’t extinguished, as long as death doesn’t lose its rights.
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However much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
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Death’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
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Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man’s the workman in it.
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Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
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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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A poet must be a psychologist, but a secret one: he should know and feel the roots of phenomena but present only the phenomena themselves in full bloom or as they fade away.
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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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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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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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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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Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
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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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