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?
IVAN TURGENEVMost people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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Death’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
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Behind me there are already so many memories Lots of memories, but no point in remembering them, and ahead of me a long, long road with nothing to aim for I just don’t want to go along it.
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
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The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
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However much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
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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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In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.
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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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Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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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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Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man’s the workman in it.
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I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.
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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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What’s important is that twice two is four and all the rest’s nonsense.
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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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