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Death’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.

Ivan Turgenev

Great God, grant that twice two be not four.
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God Greatness Mathematics
Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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Essence Life Lying Oneself
I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
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Grieve Life Meadow Myself Walk
Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.
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Death Fear Love Myself Thinking Togetherness
I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.
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Feeling Live Myself Time
I never started from ideas but always from character.
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Character Ideas Myself Start
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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Acknowledgement Care Crush Human Logic Nature Recognition
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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Himself Polite Respect Soul
Illness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite.
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Appetite Sick Spoil
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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Autocracy Greatness Pain Reason Source Sweet
However much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
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Answer Door Nature Word
There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
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Feeling Life Moments Pass Point
Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
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Ego Feeling Goodness Strength
If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
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Beginning Moments Patience Wait
In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.
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Beginning Love Myself
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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Degrade Essence Life Terrible

Death’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.

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