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.
IVAN TURGENEVLove, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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Oh, gentle feelings, soft sounds, the goodness and the gradual stilling of a soul that has been moved; the melting happiness of the first tender, touching joys of love- where are you?
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Don’t force me into saying what I don’t want to say, and what I won’t say.
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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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I 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.
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I share no man’s opinions; I have my own.
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Everyone needs help from everyone else.
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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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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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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
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That’s what children are for—that their parents may not be bored.
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Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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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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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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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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