In days of doubt, in days of dreary musings on my country’s fate, you alone are my comfort and support, oh great, powerful, righteous, and free Russian language!
IVAN TURGENEVDeath is like a fisherman, who, having caught a fish in his net, leaves it in the water for a time; the fish continues to swim about, but all the while the net is round it, and the fisherman will snatch it out in his own good time.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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One may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity.
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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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Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
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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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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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Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
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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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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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Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
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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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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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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 temerity to believe in nothing.
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