I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
IVAN TURGENEVA son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
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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.
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Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
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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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Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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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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Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
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Take what you can yourself, and don’t let others get you into their hands; to belong to oneself, that is the whole thing in life.
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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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Don’t force me into saying what I don’t want to say, and what I won’t say.
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Love isn’t actually a feeling at all–it’s an illness, a certain condition of body and soul…. Usually it takes possession of someone without his permission, all of a sudden, against his will–just like cholera or a fever.
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What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
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Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
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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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I don’t see why it’s impossible to express everything that’s on one’s mind.
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