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.
IVAN TURGENEVTo desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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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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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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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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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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The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
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Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. “I don’t adopt any one’s ideas; I have my own.
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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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Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
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Go forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don’t have far to go, either.
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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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Youth eats all the sugared fancy cakes and regards them as its daily bread. But there’ll come a time when you’ll start asking just for a crust.
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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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I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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