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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.

Ivan Turgenev

Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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Essence Life Lying Oneself
Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
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Happiness Hurt Late Worst
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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Difficult Human Live Moments Open Spoil
I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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Heaven Myself
I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
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Achievement Flower Love Myself Production
However much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
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Answer Door Nature Word
Illness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite.
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Appetite Sick Spoil
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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Death Goodness Leaving Time Water
People without firmness of character love to make up a fate for themselves; that relieves them of the necessity of having their own will and of taking responsibility for themselves.
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Character Fate Necessary People Responsibility Willing
A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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Angry Come Himself Person
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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Degrade Essence Life Terrible
We Russians have assigned ourselves no other task in life but the cultivation of our own personalities, and when we’re barely past childhood, we set to work to cultivate them, those unfortunate personalities.
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Childhood Cultivation Life Ourselves Past Personality Task
It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
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Art Romanticism Stupidity
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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Description Experience Feeling Myself Repeat
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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Beginning Detail Fate Guide Hands Harsh Ourselves
The temerity to believe in nothing.
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Believe One Liner

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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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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