Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
IVAN TURGENEVWe 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.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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People without firmness of character love to make up a fate for themselves; that relieves them of the necessity of having their own will and of taking responsibility for themselves.
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I never started from ideas but always from character.
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Death is like a fisherman, who, having caught a fish in his net, leaves it in the water for a time; the fish continues to swim about, but all the while the net is round it, and the fisherman will snatch it out in his own good time.
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There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
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I look up to heaven only when I want to sneeze.
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What’s important is that twice two is four and all the rest’s nonsense.
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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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Everyone needs help from everyone else.
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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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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’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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Nature creates while destroying, and doesn’t care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn’t extinguished, as long as death doesn’t lose its rights.
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Go and try to disprove death. Death will disprove you, and that’s all!
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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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I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
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