We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
IVAN TURGENEVI do not know what the heart of a bad man is like. But i do know what the heart of a good man is like. And it is terrible.
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The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
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A poet must be a psychologist, but a secret one: he should know and feel the roots of phenomena but present only the phenomena themselves in full bloom or as they fade away.
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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’m incapable of describing the feeling with which I left. I wouldn’t want it ever to be repeated, but I would have considered myself unfortunate if I’d never experienced it.
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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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Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
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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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I do not know what the heart of a bad man is like. But i do know what the heart of a good man is like. And it is terrible.
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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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It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
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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.
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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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However much you knock at nature’s door, she will never answer you in comprehensible words.
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Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.
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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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