Illness isn’t the only thing that spoils the appetite.
IVAN TURGENEVI was as happy as a fish in water, and I could have stayed in that room for ever, have never left that place.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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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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Don’t force me into saying what I don’t want to say, and what I won’t say.
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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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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
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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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We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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Death’s an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
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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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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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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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I never started from ideas but always from character.
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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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I don’t see why it’s impossible to express everything that’s on one’s mind.
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Each individual is more or less dimly aware of his significance, is aware that he’s something innately superior, something eternal–and lives, is obligated to live, in the moment and for the moment.
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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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