Great God, grant that twice two be not four.
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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We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
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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’m through with Tolstoy. He has ceased to exist for me…. If I eat a bowl of soup and like it, I know by that fact alone and with absolute certainty that Tolstoy will find it bad, and vice versa.
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We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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We Russians have assigned ourselves no other task in life but the cultivation of our own personalities, and when we’re barely past childhood, we set to work to cultivate them, those unfortunate personalities.
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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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So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me – a long, long road without a goal.
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Everyone needs help from everyone else.
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That is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but even more like the truth.
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The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
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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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I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.
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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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I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
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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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