The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
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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Go 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.
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We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
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One may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity.
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I share no man’s opinions; I have my own.
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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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I’m incapable of describing the feeling with which I left. I wouldn’t want it ever to be repeated, but I would have considered myself unfortunate if I’d never experienced it.
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Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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I don’t see why it’s impossible to express everything that’s on one’s mind.
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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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No matter how often you knock at nature’s door, she won’t answer in words you can understand–for Nature is dumb. She’ll vibrate and moan like a violin, but you mustn’t expect a song.
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I’ve become convinced that every person should treat himself strictly and even rudely and distrustfully; it’s difficult to tame the beast in oneself.
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Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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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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