A poet must be a psychologist, but a secret one: he should know and feel the roots of phenomena but present only the phenomena themselves in full bloom or as they fade away.
IVAN TURGENEVIllness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly happy when they don’t notice whether it’s passing quickly or slowly.
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I was afraid of looking into my heart…afraid of thinking seriously about anything…I did not want to know whether I was loved, and I did not want to admit to myself that I was not loved.
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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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Everyone needs help from everyone else.
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The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
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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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Whatever a person may pray for, that person prays for a miracle. Every prayer comes down to this – Almighty God, grant that two times two not equal four.
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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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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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So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me – a long, long road without a goal.
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It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
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Nature creates while destroying, and doesn’t care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn’t extinguished, as long as death doesn’t lose its rights.
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We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.
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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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