Great God, grant that twice two be not four.
IVAN TURGENEV- Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. “I don’t adopt any one’s ideas; I have my own.
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Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. “I don’t adopt any one’s ideas; I have my own.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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Great God, grant that twice two be not four.
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The temerity to believe in nothing.
IVAN TURGENEVThe temerity to believe in nothing.
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We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
IVAN TURGENEVWe sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
IVAN TURGENEVWhat a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
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Illness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite.
IVAN TURGENEVIllness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite.
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He was the soul of politeness to everyone — to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.
IVAN TURGENEVHe was the soul of politeness to everyone — to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.
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Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
IVAN TURGENEVMost people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
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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.
IVAN TURGENEVOne may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity.
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There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
IVAN TURGENEVThere are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
IVAN TURGENEVThe past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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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.
IVAN TURGENEVBehind 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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Significance is sweet.
IVAN TURGENEVSignificance is sweet.
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I agree with no one’s opinion. I have some of my own.
IVAN TURGENEVI agree with no one’s opinion. I have some of my own.
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That’s what children are for—that their parents may not be bored.
IVAN TURGENEVThat’s what children are for—that their parents may not be bored.
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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.
IVAN TURGENEVDeath 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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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.
IVAN TURGENEVEach 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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