We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
IVAN TURGENEVIn 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!
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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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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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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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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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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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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Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
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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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The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
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Don’t force me into saying what I don’t want to say, and what I won’t say.
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Everyone needs help from everyone else.
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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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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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The temerity to believe in nothing.
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That’s what children are for—that their parents may not be bored.
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So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me – a long, long road without a goal.
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