Take what you can yourself, and don’t let others get you into their hands; to belong to oneself, that is the whole thing in life.
IVAN TURGENEVSo many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me – a long, long road without a goal.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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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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I’m through with Tolstoy. He has ceased to exist for me…. If I eat a bowl of soup and like it, I know by that fact alone and with absolute certainty that Tolstoy will find it bad, and vice versa.
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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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There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
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Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man’s the workman in it.
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The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
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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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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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Significance is sweet.
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What’s important is that twice two is four and all the rest’s nonsense.
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That’s what children are for—that their parents may not be bored.
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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
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I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
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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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So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me – a long, long road without a goal.
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