A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.
IVAN TURGENEVWhat a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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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’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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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
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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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The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
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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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Sternly, remorselessly, fate guides each of us; only at the beginning, when we’re absorbed in details, in all sorts of nonsense, in ourselves, are we unaware of its harsh hand.
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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 look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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Everyone needs help from everyone else.
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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late. It can give no pleasure, yet it deprives you of that most precious of rights – the right to swear and curse at your fate!
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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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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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Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
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