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.
IVAN TURGENEVWhat a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet sleep.
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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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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
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Nature 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.
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Death 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.
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I share no man’s opinions; I have my own.
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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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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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Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. “I don’t adopt any one’s ideas; I have my own.
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There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
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A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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Love isn’t actually a feeling at all–it’s an illness, a certain condition of body and soul…. Usually it takes possession of someone without his permission, all of a sudden, against his will–just like cholera or a fever.
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I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
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Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
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