The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
IVAN TURGENEVGo and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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Love isn’t actually a feeling at all–it’s an illness, a certain condition of body and soul…. Usually it takes possession of someone without his permission, all of a sudden, against his will–just like cholera or a fever.
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Each 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.
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Illness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite.
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You may live a long while with some people and be on friendly terms with them and never speak openly with them from your soul.
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I share no man’s opinions; I have my own.
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Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet sleep.
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Great God, grant that twice two be not four.
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Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.
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Oh, gentle feelings, soft sounds, the goodness and the gradual stilling of a soul that has been moved; the melting happiness of the first tender, touching joys of love- where are you?
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All human beings hang by a thread, an abyss may open under their feet at any moment, and yet they have to go and invent all sorts of difficulties for themselves and spoil their lives.
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Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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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.
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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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