It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
IVAN TURGENEVI only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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No matter how often you knock at nature’s door, she won’t answer in words you can understand–for Nature is dumb. She’ll vibrate and moan like a violin, but you mustn’t expect a song.
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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?
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Everyone needs help from everyone else.
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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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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
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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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To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
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I’ve become convinced that every person should treat himself strictly and even rudely and distrustfully; it’s difficult to tame the beast in oneself.
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Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.
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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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I don’t see why it’s impossible to express everything that’s on one’s mind.
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I’m incapable of describing the feeling with which I left. I wouldn’t want it ever to be repeated, but I would have considered myself unfortunate if I’d never experienced it.
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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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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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