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.
IVAN TURGENEVGreat God, grant that twice two be not four.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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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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Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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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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So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me – a long, long road without a goal.
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I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
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Death is like a fisherman, who, having caught a fish in his net, leaves it in the water for a time; the fish continues to swim about, but all the while the net is round it, and the fisherman will snatch it out in his own good time.
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We Russians have assigned ourselves no other task in life but the cultivation of our own personalities, and when we’re barely past childhood, we set to work to cultivate them, those unfortunate personalities.
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Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
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I share no man’s opinions; I have my own.
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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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Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
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Nature cares nothing for logic, our human logic: she has her own, which we do not recognize and do not acknowledge until we are crushed under its wheel.
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I agree with no one’s opinion. I have some of my own.
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What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called forth one sigh, one mournful sentiment?
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