It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
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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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.
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Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.
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Take what you can yourself, and don’t let others get you into their hands; to belong to oneself, that is the whole thing in life.
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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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The temerity to believe in nothing.
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Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
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Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.
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I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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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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In days of doubt, in days of dreary musings on my country’s fate, you alone are my comfort and support, oh great, powerful, righteous, and free Russian language!
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He was the soul of politeness to everyone — to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.
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I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
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We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called forth one sigh, one mournful sentiment?
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