Nature cares nothing for logic, our human logic: she has her own, which we do not recognize and do not acknowledge until we are crushed under its wheel.
IVAN TURGENEVA 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.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
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Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
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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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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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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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We Russians have assigned ourselves no other task in life but the cultivation of our own personalities, and when we’re barely past childhood, we set to work to cultivate them, those unfortunate personalities.
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A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
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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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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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Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
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Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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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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Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly happy when they don’t notice whether it’s passing quickly or slowly.
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