There is a sweetness in being the sole source, the autocratic and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another.
IVAN TURGENEVI’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.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
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I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
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Significance is sweet.
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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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It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
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What’s terrible is that there’s nothing terrible, that the very essence of life is petty, uninteresting, and degradingly trite.
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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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Death’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
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Nature creates while destroying, and doesn’t care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn’t extinguished, as long as death doesn’t lose its rights.
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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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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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Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. “I don’t adopt any one’s ideas; I have my own.
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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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Death is like a fisherman, who, having caught a fish in his net, leaves it in the water for a time; the fish continues to swim about, but all the while the net is round it, and the fisherman will snatch it out in his own good time.
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