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Oh, gentle feelings, soft sounds, the goodness and the gradual stilling of a soul that has been moved; the melting happiness of the first tender, touching joys of love- where are you?

Ivan Turgenev

That is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but even more like the truth.
IVAN TURGENEV

Better Existence Poetry Talk Truth
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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Character Fate Necessary People Responsibility Willing
However much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
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Answer Door Nature Word
Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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Essence Life Lying Oneself
Death’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
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Death Deep Encounter Joke New
I agree with no one’s opinion. I have some of my own.
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Myself Oneself Opinion
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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Aware Forever Moments Obligation Spiritual
The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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Dreams Past Remember
There is a sweetness in being the sole source, the autocratic and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another.
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Autocracy Greatness Pain Reason Source Sweet
I do not know what the heart of a bad man is like. But i do know what the heart of a good man is like. And it is terrible.
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Bad Goodness Heart Man Myself Terrible
Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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Built Happiness Man
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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Death Fear Love Myself Thinking Togetherness
We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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Reach Stars
You may live a long while with some people and be on friendly terms with them and never speak openly with them from your soul.
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Friendly Live People Soul Yourself
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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Body Condition Feeling Himself Love Permission Possession Sick Soul Willing
So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me – a long, long road without a goal.
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Goal Memories Myself Worth

Oh, gentle feelings, soft sounds, the goodness and the gradual stilling of a soul that has been moved; the melting happiness of the first tender, touching joys of love- where are you?

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