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Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.

Ivan Turgenev

We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
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Fools Happiness Monster Ourselves Young
Significance is sweet.
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One Liner Sweet
I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
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Actor Flirt Heart Nature
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.
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Acknowledgement Care Crush Human Logic Nature Recognition
Don’t force me into saying what I don’t want to say, and what I won’t say.
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Force Myself Talk
Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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Built Happiness Man
It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
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Average Herself Mediocre Vulgar
I don’t see why it’s impossible to express everything that’s on one’s mind.
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Expression Impossible Mindset Oneself
A 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.
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Difficult Feeling Home Kind Religious Survive Training
Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man’s the workman in it.
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Man Nature Temple Workshop
Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. “I don’t adopt any one’s ideas; I have my own.
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Adopt Ideas Myself Opinion
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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Human Known Notice Pass Quick Time
The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
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Children Indecision People Word
What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
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Body Myself Table
Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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Essence Life Lying Oneself
Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.
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Circumstance Force Punishment Road

Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.

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