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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.

Ivan Turgenev

I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
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Actor Flirt Heart Nature
So long as one’s just dreaming about what to do, one can soar like an eagle and move mountains, it seems, but as soon as one starts doing it one gets worn out and tired.
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Dreams Oneself Soar Start Tired
Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. “I don’t adopt any one’s ideas; I have my own.
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Adopt Ideas Myself Opinion
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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Beginning Detail Fate Guide Hands Harsh Ourselves
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
Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
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Blow Different People Understand
In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.
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Beginning Love Myself
We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
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Fools Happiness Monster Ourselves Young
Significance is sweet.
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One Liner Sweet
I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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Heaven Myself
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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Answer Expectation Nature Song Spiritual Understand Word Yourself
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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Expectation Future Hope Instant Mourn Oneself Rise
All human beings hang by a thread, an abyss may open under their feet at any moment, and yet they have to go and invent all sorts of difficulties for themselves and spoil their lives.
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Difficult Human Live Moments Open Spoil
Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
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Bird Fairy Tale Feed
One may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity.
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Earth Fire Happiness Oneself Talk
Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.
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Circumstance Force Punishment Road

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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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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