We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
IVAN TURGENEVWhat 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?
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
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Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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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.
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I was as happy as a fish in water, and I could have stayed in that room for ever, have never left that place.
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There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late. It can give no pleasure, yet it deprives you of that most precious of rights – the right to swear and curse at your fate!
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People without firmness of character love to make up a fate for themselves; that relieves them of the necessity of having their own will and of taking responsibility for themselves.
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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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Significance is sweet.
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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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Everyone needs help from everyone else.
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A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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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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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 my case there was no first love. I began with the second.
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