I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
IVAN TURGENEVI walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
IVAN TURGENEVWhat a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
IVAN TURGENEVHe was the soul of politeness to everyone — to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.
IVAN TURGENEVTime, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly happy when they don’t notice whether it’s passing quickly or slowly.
IVAN TURGENEVI 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.
IVAN TURGENEVEven nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
IVAN TURGENEVThat is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but even more like the truth.
IVAN TURGENEVEvery man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
IVAN TURGENEVLove, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.
IVAN TURGENEVSo many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me – a long, long road without a goal.
IVAN TURGENEVWe’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
IVAN TURGENEVI agree with no one’s opinion. I have some of my own.
IVAN TURGENEVIn my case there was no first love. I began with the second.
IVAN TURGENEVBazarov drew himself up haughtily. “I don’t adopt any one’s ideas; I have my own.
IVAN TURGENEVCircumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.
IVAN TURGENEVSo long as one’s just dreaming about what to do, one can soar like an eagle and move mountains, it seems, but as soon as one starts doing it one gets worn out and tired.
IVAN TURGENEV