The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
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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A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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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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Behind me there are already so many memories Lots of memories, but no point in remembering them, and ahead of me a long, long road with nothing to aim for I just don’t want to go along it.
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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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I never started from ideas but always from character.
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What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called forth one sigh, one mournful sentiment?
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However much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
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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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It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
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Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
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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!
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Don’t force me into saying what I don’t want to say, and what I won’t say.
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I was as happy as a fish in water, and I could have stayed in that room for ever, have never left that place.
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I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
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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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