One may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity.
IVAN TURGENEVWhatever 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.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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People without firmness of character love to make up a fate for themselves; that relieves them of the necessity of having their own will and of taking responsibility for themselves.
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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.
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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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Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. “I don’t adopt any one’s ideas; I have my own.
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Everyone needs help from everyone else.
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That’s what children are for—that their parents may not be bored.
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I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
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However much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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No matter how often you knock at nature’s door, she won’t answer in words you can understand–for Nature is dumb. She’ll vibrate and moan like a violin, but you mustn’t expect a song.
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Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man’s the workman in it.
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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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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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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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The temerity to believe in nothing.
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