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.
IVAN TURGENEVOh, 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?
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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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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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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We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
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A poet must be a psychologist, but a secret one: he should know and feel the roots of phenomena but present only the phenomena themselves in full bloom or as they fade away.
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Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
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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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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.
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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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I never started from ideas but always from character.
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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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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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I agree with no one’s opinion. I have some of my own.
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The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
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Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
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