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.
IVAN TURGENEVTake 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.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
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I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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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.
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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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We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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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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Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
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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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What 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?
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Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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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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Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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