Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
IVAN TURGENEVGo forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don’t have far to go, either.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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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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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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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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Death’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
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Youth eats all the sugared fancy cakes and regards them as its daily bread. But there’ll come a time when you’ll start asking just for a crust.
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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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Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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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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I never started from ideas but always from character.
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I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
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The temerity to believe in nothing.
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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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It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
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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.
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