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A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.

Ivan Turgenev

Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
IVAN TURGENEV

Essence Life Lying Oneself
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!
IVAN TURGENEV

Curse Fate Happiness Hurt Precious Right Worst Yourself
I was as happy as a fish in water, and I could have stayed in that room for ever, have never left that place.
IVAN TURGENEV

Happiness Myself Place Room Stay Water
We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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Reach Stars
A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
IVAN TURGENEV

Angry Come Himself Person
Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
IVAN TURGENEV

Death Yourself
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
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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Friendly Live People Soul Yourself
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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Goal Memories Myself Point Remember Road
I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
IVAN TURGENEV

Grieve Life Meadow Myself Walk
Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
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Bird Fairy Tale Feed
The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
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Children Indecision People Word
I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
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Actor Flirt Heart Nature
Death’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
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Death Deep Encounter Joke New
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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Heat heavy Pass Return Sleep Time Wait
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.
IVAN TURGENEV

Answer Expectation Nature Song Spiritual Understand Word Yourself

A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.

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