I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
IVAN TURGENEVSignificance is sweet.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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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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What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
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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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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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Oh, gentle feelings, soft sounds, the goodness and the gradual stilling of a soul that has been moved; the melting happiness of the first tender, touching joys of love- where are you?
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I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
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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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Don’t force me into saying what I don’t want to say, and what I won’t say.
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So long as one’s just dreaming about what to do, one can soar like an eagle and move mountains, it seems, but as soon as one starts doing it one gets worn out and tired.
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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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Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself.
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I share no man’s opinions; I have my own.
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I agree with no one’s opinion. I have some of my own.
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Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
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We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
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