I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve.
IVAN TURGENEVIt’s all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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I share no man’s opinions; I have my own.
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Love, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.
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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
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In days of doubt, in days of dreary musings on my country’s fate, you alone are my comfort and support, oh great, powerful, righteous, and free Russian language!
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The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
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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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What’s important is that twice two is four and all the rest’s nonsense.
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A person who gets angry at his own illness is sure to overcome it.
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What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table.
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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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There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
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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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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!
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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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What did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called forth one sigh, one mournful sentiment?
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