Youth eats all the sugared fancy cakes and regards them as its daily bread. But there’ll come a time when you’ll start asking just for a crust.
IVAN TURGENEVI 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.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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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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The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
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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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A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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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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It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
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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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Illness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite.
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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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I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
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That’s what children are for—that their parents may not be bored.
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Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
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We 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.
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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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Don’t force me into saying what I don’t want to say, and what I won’t say.
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