I’m through with Tolstoy. He has ceased to exist for me…. If I eat a bowl of soup and like it, I know by that fact alone and with absolute certainty that Tolstoy will find it bad, and vice versa.
IVAN TURGENEVThere is a sweetness in being the sole source, the autocratic and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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Illness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite.
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What’s important is that twice two is four and all the rest’s nonsense.
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A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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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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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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That’s what children are for—that their parents may not be bored.
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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late. It can give no pleasure, yet it deprives you of that most precious of rights – the right to swear and curse at your fate!
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Great God, grant that twice two be not four.
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I do not know what the heart of a bad man is like. But i do know what the heart of a good man is like. And it is terrible.
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Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
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I’m incapable of describing the feeling with which I left. I wouldn’t want it ever to be repeated, but I would have considered myself unfortunate if I’d never experienced it.
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I never started from ideas but always from character.
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We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
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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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So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me – a long, long road without a goal.
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