Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late. It can give no pleasure, yet it deprives you of that most precious of rights – the right to swear and curse at your fate!
IVAN TURGENEVI am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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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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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 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 word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
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The past was a dream wasn’t it? And who ever remembers dreams?
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We sit in the mud and reach for the stars.
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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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Every man’s happiness is built on the unhappi-ness of another.
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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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It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
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Nature cares nothing for logic, our human logic: she has her own, which we do not recognize and do not acknowledge until we are crushed under its wheel.
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I share no man’s opinions; 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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I don’t see why it’s impossible to express everything that’s on one’s mind.
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Oh, gentle feelings, soft sounds, the goodness and the gradual stilling of a soul that has been moved; the melting happiness of the first tender, touching joys of love- where are you?
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