A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
IVAN TURGENEVThere are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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Everyone needs help from everyone else.
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Nature creates while destroying, and doesn’t care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn’t extinguished, as long as death doesn’t lose its rights.
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We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
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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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Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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Death’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
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I was afraid of looking into my heart…afraid of thinking seriously about anything…I did not want to know whether I was loved, and I did not want to admit to myself that I was not loved.
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In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.
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People without firmness of character love to make up a fate for themselves; that relieves them of the necessity of having their own will and of taking responsibility for themselves.
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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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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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Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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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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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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