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We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.

Ivan Turgenev

What’s important is that twice two is four and all the rest’s nonsense.
IVAN TURGENEV

Important Stupidity
Illness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite.
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Appetite Sick Spoil
What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
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Body Myself Table
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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Goal Memories Myself Point Remember Road
Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
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Blow Different People Understand
We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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Reach Stars
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
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
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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Acknowledgement Care Crush Human Logic Nature Recognition
A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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Angry Come Himself Person
We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
IVAN TURGENEV

Fools Happiness Monster Ourselves Young
It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
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Art Romanticism Stupidity
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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Feeling Joy Love Soft Soul Sound Touch Yourself
Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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Essence Life Lying Oneself
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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Curse Fate Happiness Hurt Precious Right Worst Yourself
If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
IVAN TURGENEV

Beginning Moments Patience Wait

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