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?
IVAN TURGENEVEach individual is more or less dimly aware of his significance, is aware that he’s something innately superior, something eternal–and lives, is obligated to live, in the moment and for the moment.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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Whatever a person may pray for, that person prays for a miracle. Every prayer comes down to this – Almighty God, grant that two times two not equal four.
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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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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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Great God, grant that twice two be not four.
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I do not know what the heart of a bad man is like. But i do know what the heart of a good man is like. And it is terrible.
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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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I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.
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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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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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To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
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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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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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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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We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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Significance is sweet.
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