Whatever a person may pray for, that person prays for a miracle. Every prayer comes down to this – Almighty God, grant that two times two not equal four.
IVAN TURGENEVThat 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.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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You may live a long while with some people and be on friendly terms with them and never speak openly with them from your soul.
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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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What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
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I do not know what the heart of a bad man is like. But i do know what the heart of a good man is like. And it is terrible.
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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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There is a sweetness in being the sole source, the autocratic and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another.
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Significance is sweet.
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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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Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
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The temerity to believe in nothing.
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Everyone needs help from everyone else.
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Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
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I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
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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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I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
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