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.
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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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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We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
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I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
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Go forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don’t have far to go, either.
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No matter how often you knock at nature’s door, she won’t answer in words you can understand–for Nature is dumb. She’ll vibrate and moan like a violin, but you mustn’t expect a song.
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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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Take what you can yourself, and don’t let others get you into their hands; to belong to oneself, that is the whole thing in life.
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The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they’ve suddenly become nihilists.
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
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Bazarov drew himself up haughtily. “I don’t adopt any one’s ideas; I have my own.
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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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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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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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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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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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