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Great God, grant that twice two be not four.

Ivan Turgenev

I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
IVAN TURGENEV

Achievement Flower Love Myself Production
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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Degrade Essence Life Terrible
Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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Man Miracle Prayer Reduce
Significance is sweet.
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One Liner Sweet
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
We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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Reach Stars
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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Branch Himself Son Willing
What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
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Body Myself Table
I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
IVAN TURGENEV

Grieve Life Meadow Myself Walk
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
Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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Essence Life Lying Oneself
The temerity to believe in nothing.
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Believe One Liner
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
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
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
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.
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Better Existence Poetry Talk Truth

Great God, grant that twice two be not four.

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