Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man’s the workman in it.
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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Significance is sweet.
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It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
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People without firmness of character love to make up a fate for themselves; that relieves them of the necessity of having their own will and of taking responsibility for themselves.
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The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
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So long as one’s just dreaming about what to do, one can soar like an eagle and move mountains, it seems, but as soon as one starts doing it one gets worn out and tired.
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Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
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The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
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What’s important is that twice two is four and all the rest’s nonsense.
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
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I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
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I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
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There is a sweetness in being the sole source, the autocratic and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another.
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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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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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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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