He was the soul of politeness to everyone — to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.
IVAN TURGENEVHe was the soul of politeness to everyone — to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.
IVAN TURGENEVA person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
IVAN TURGENEVThe past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
IVAN TURGENEVWhat 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?
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!
IVAN TURGENEVGo and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
IVAN TURGENEVWe’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
IVAN TURGENEVGo forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don’t have far to go, either.
IVAN TURGENEVEach individual is more or less dimly aware of his significance, is aware that he’s something innately superior, something eternal–and lives, is obligated to live, in the moment and for the moment.
IVAN TURGENEVI never started from ideas but always from character.
IVAN TURGENEVThe fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
IVAN TURGENEVWe sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
IVAN TURGENEVMost people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
IVAN TURGENEVI agree with no one’s opinion. I have some of my own.
IVAN TURGENEVWe 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.
IVAN TURGENEVEven nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
IVAN TURGENEV