I share no man’s opinions; I have my own.
IVAN TURGENEVWhat’s important is that twice two is four and all the rest’s nonsense.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
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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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Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. “I don’t adopt any one’s ideas; I have my own.
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Great God, grant that twice two be not four.
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I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.
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It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
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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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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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Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.
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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late. It can give no pleasure, yet it deprives you of that most precious of rights – the right to swear and curse at your fate!
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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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However much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
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I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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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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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
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