Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.
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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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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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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Great God, grant that twice two be not four.
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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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Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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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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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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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 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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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.
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I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
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Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
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Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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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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What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
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