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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!

Ivan Turgenev

Love isn’t actually a feeling at all–it’s an illness, a certain condition of body and soul…. Usually it takes possession of someone without his permission, all of a sudden, against his will–just like cholera or a fever.
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Body Condition Feeling Himself Love Permission Possession Sick Soul Willing
It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
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Average Herself Mediocre Vulgar
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
I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
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Achievement Flower Love Myself Production
There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
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Feeling Life Moments Pass Point
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
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
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
What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called forth one sigh, one mournful sentiment?
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Expectation Future Hope Instant Mourn Oneself Rise
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
Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
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Happiness Hurt Late Worst
Oh, gentle feelings, soft sounds, the goodness and the gradual stilling of a soul that has been moved; the melting happiness of the first tender, touching joys of love- where are you?
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Feeling Joy Love Soft Soul Sound Touch Yourself
I agree with no one’s opinion. I have some of my own.
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Myself Oneself Opinion
Death’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
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Death Deep Encounter Joke New
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
Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
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Blow Different People Understand

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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