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I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.

Ivan Turgenev

What’s terrible is that there’s nothing terrible, that the very essence of life is petty, uninteresting, and degradingly trite.
IVAN TURGENEV

Degrade Essence Life Terrible
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
Sternly, remorselessly, fate guides each of us; only at the beginning, when we’re absorbed in details, in all sorts of nonsense, in ourselves, are we unaware of its harsh hand.
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Beginning Detail Fate Guide Hands Harsh Ourselves
The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
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Atheist Fact Simplicity
Don’t force me into saying what I don’t want to say, and what I won’t say.
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Force Myself Talk
To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
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Desire Expectation Genuine Holy Sympathy
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
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
Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
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Blow Different People Understand
I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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Heaven Myself
You may live a long while with some people and be on friendly terms with them and never speak openly with them from your soul.
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Friendly Live People Soul Yourself
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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Difficult Feeling Home Kind Religious Survive Training
Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. “I don’t adopt any one’s ideas; I have my own.
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Adopt Ideas Myself Opinion
I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
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Grieve Life Meadow Myself Walk
We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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Reach Stars
Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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Man Miracle Prayer Reduce

I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.

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