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?
IVAN TURGENEVIf we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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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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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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The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
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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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Belonging to oneself–the whole essence of life lies in that.
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Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
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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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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.
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I never started from ideas but always from character.
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Death’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
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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 look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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I share no man’s opinions; I have my own.
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Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man’s the workman in it.
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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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