A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.
IVAN TURGENEVIn days of doubt, in days of dreary musings on my country’s fate, you alone are my comfort and support, oh great, powerful, righteous, and free Russian language!
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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That’s what children are for—that their parents may not be bored.
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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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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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Whatever a person may pray for, that person prays for a miracle. Every prayer comes down to this – Almighty God, grant that two times two not equal four.
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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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I’ve become convinced that every person should treat himself strictly and even rudely and distrustfully; it’s difficult to tame the beast in oneself.
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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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What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
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It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
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The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
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I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.
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He was the soul of politeness to everyone — to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect.
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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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