A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.
IVAN TURGENEVThe temerity to believe in nothing.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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I don’t see why it’s impossible to express everything that’s on one’s mind.
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We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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Illness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite.
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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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Youth eats all the sugared fancy cakes and regards them as its daily bread. But there’ll come a time when you’ll start asking just for a crust.
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Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.
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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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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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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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There is a sweetness in being the sole source, the autocratic and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another.
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That’s what children are for—that their parents may not be bored.
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Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
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I never started from ideas but always from character.
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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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