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I share no man’s opinions; I have my own.

Ivan Turgenev

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.
IVAN TURGENEV

Death Goodness Leaving Time Water
I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
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Grieve Life Meadow Myself Walk
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
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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Angry Failure Far Jealous Road Strength
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
Nature cares nothing for logic, our human logic: she has her own, which we do not recognize and do not acknowledge until we are crushed under its wheel.
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Acknowledgement Care Crush Human Logic Nature Recognition
It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
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Average Herself Mediocre Vulgar
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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Heat heavy Pass Return Sleep Time Wait
Don’t force me into saying what I don’t want to say, and what I won’t say.
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Force Myself Talk
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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Happiness Myself Place Room Stay Water
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
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
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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Expectation Future Hope Instant Mourn Oneself Rise
Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly happy when they don’t notice whether it’s passing quickly or slowly.
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Human Known Notice Pass Quick Time
I do not know what the heart of a bad man is like. But i do know what the heart of a good man is like. And it is terrible.
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Bad Goodness Heart Man Myself Terrible
I’m through with Tolstoy. He has ceased to exist for me…. If I eat a bowl of soup and like it, I know by that fact alone and with absolute certainty that Tolstoy will find it bad, and vice versa.
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Alone Bad Existence Fact Myself

I share no man’s opinions; I have my own.

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