I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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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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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That’s what children are for—that their parents may not be bored.
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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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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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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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I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
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Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
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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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I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
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However much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
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Significance is sweet.
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I was as happy as a fish in water, and I could have stayed in that room for ever, have never left that place.
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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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So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me – a long, long road without a goal.
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