It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
IVAN TURGENEVBazarov drew himself up haughtily. “I don’t adopt any one’s ideas; I have my own.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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I’ve become convinced that every person should treat himself strictly and even rudely and distrustfully; it’s difficult to tame the beast in oneself.
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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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What’s important is that twice two is four and all the rest’s nonsense.
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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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In days of doubt, in days of dreary musings on my country’s fate, you alone are my comfort and support, oh great, powerful, righteous, and free Russian language!
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I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
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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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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 am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
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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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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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However much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
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I never started from ideas but always from character.
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Each individual is more or less dimly aware of his significance, is aware that he’s something innately superior, something eternal–and lives, is obligated to live, in the moment and for the moment.
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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.
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