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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.

Ivan Turgenev

I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
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Grieve Life Meadow Myself Walk
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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Goal Memories Myself Point Remember Road
There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
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Feeling Life Moments Pass Point
A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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Angry Come Himself Person
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
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
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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Curse Fate Happiness Hurt Precious Right Worst Yourself
Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.
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Circumstance Force Punishment Road
The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
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Children Indecision People Word
Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
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Bird Fairy Tale Feed
That is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but even more like the truth.
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Better Existence Poetry Talk Truth
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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Creation Destroy Nature Right
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
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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Body Condition Feeling Himself Love Permission Possession Sick Soul Willing
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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Admit Afraid Heart Love Myself
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

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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