I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
IVAN TURGENEVTime, 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.
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Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
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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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I never started from ideas but always from character.
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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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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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In days of doubt, in days of dreary musings on my country’s fate, you alone are my comfort and support, oh great, powerful, righteous, and free Russian language!
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I’ve become convinced that every person should treat himself strictly and even rudely and distrustfully; it’s difficult to tame the beast in oneself.
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In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.
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Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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I don’t see why it’s impossible to express everything that’s on one’s mind.
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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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Great God, grant that twice two be not four.
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We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
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