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?
IVAN TURGENEVPeople 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.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
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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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I agree with no one’s opinion. I have some of my own.
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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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A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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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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What’s terrible is that there’s nothing terrible, that the very essence of life is petty, uninteresting, and degradingly trite.
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It’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
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I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
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What’s important is that twice two is four and all the rest’s nonsense.
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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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Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.
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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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Most people can’t understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
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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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