I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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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I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
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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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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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Sternly, remorselessly, fate guides each of us; only at the beginning, when we’re absorbed in details, in all sorts of nonsense, in ourselves, are we unaware of its harsh hand.
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No matter how often you knock at nature’s door, she won’t answer in words you can understand–for Nature is dumb. She’ll vibrate and moan like a violin, but you mustn’t expect a song.
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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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It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
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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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Illness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite.
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Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man’s the workman in it.
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Significance is sweet.
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I agree with no one’s opinion. I have some of my own.
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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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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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