It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
IVAN TURGENEVI don’t see why it’s impossible to express everything that’s on one’s mind.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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I’m through with Tolstoy. He has ceased to exist for me…. If I eat a bowl of soup and like it, I know by that fact alone and with absolute certainty that Tolstoy will find it bad, and vice versa.
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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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What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
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To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
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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 only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.
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He was the soul of politeness to everyone — to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.
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I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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I’m incapable of describing the feeling with which I left. I wouldn’t want it ever to be repeated, but I would have considered myself unfortunate if I’d never experienced it.
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Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man’s the workman in it.
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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 are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
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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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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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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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