A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
IVAN TURGENEVNature creates while destroying, and doesn’t care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn’t extinguished, as long as death doesn’t lose its rights.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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He was the soul of politeness to everyone — to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.
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I don’t see why it’s impossible to express everything that’s on one’s mind.
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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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The temerity to believe in nothing.
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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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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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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
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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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Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man’s the workman in it.
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Each 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.
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I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
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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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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 was afraid of looking into my heart…afraid of thinking seriously about anything…I did not want to know whether I was loved, and I did not want to admit to myself that I was not loved.
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All human beings hang by a thread, an abyss may open under their feet at any moment, and yet they have to go and invent all sorts of difficulties for themselves and spoil their lives.
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