Death’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
IVAN TURGENEVI’ve become convinced that every person should treat himself strictly and even rudely and distrustfully; it’s difficult to tame the beast in oneself.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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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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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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I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
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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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I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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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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It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
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Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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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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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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So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me – a long, long road without a goal.
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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
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Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
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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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A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.
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