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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

Illness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite.
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Appetite Sick Spoil
In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.
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Beginning Love Myself
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
I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
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Grieve Life Meadow Myself Walk
Great God, grant that twice two be not four.
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God Greatness Mathematics
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 only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.
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Feeling Live Myself Time
Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
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Bird Fairy Tale Feed
I don’t see why it’s impossible to express everything that’s on one’s mind.
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Expression Impossible Mindset Oneself
There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
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Feeling Life Moments Pass Point
The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
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Atheist Fact Simplicity
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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Difficult Human Live Moments Open Spoil
So long as one’s just dreaming about what to do, one can soar like an eagle and move mountains, it seems, but as soon as one starts doing it one gets worn out and tired.
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Dreams Oneself Soar Start Tired
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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Eat Regard Time Yourself Youth
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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Heat heavy Pass Return Sleep Time Wait
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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Human Known Notice Pass Quick Time
To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
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Desire Expectation Genuine Holy Sympathy
Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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Built Happiness Man
Everyone needs help from everyone else.
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Company Help Need Support
Go forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don’t have far to go, either.
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Angry Failure Far Jealous Road Strength
If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
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Beginning Moments Patience Wait
Significance is sweet.
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One Liner Sweet
It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
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Average Herself Mediocre Vulgar
I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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Heaven Myself
Whatever 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.
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Equality Miracle Person Prayer
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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Himself Polite Respect Soul
What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
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Body Myself Table

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