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Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.

Ivan Turgenev

A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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Angry Come Himself Person
However much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
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Answer Door Nature Word
I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
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Achievement Flower Love Myself Production
A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.
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Branch Himself Son Willing
Illness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite.
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Appetite Sick Spoil
Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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Essence Life Lying Oneself
Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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Built Happiness Man
That is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but even more like the truth.
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Better Existence Poetry Talk Truth
We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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Reach Stars
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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Admit Afraid Heart Love Myself
Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
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Death Yourself
It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
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Art Romanticism Stupidity
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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Curse Fate Happiness Hurt Precious Right Worst Yourself
I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.
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Feeling Live Myself Time
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
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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Difficult Human Live Moments Open Spoil

Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.

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