You may live a long while with some people and be on friendly terms with them and never speak openly with them from your soul.
IVAN TURGENEVThere is a sweetness in being the sole source, the autocratic and irresponsible cause of the greatest joy and profoundest pain to another.
More Ivan Turgenev Quotes
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Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
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We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.
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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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Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late.
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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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That is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but even more like the truth.
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All human beings hang by a thread, an abyss may open under their feet at any moment, and yet they have to go and invent all sorts of difficulties for themselves and spoil their lives.
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I never started from ideas but always from character.
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Significance is sweet.
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To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
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Everyone needs help from everyone else.
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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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What’s important is that twice two is four and all the rest’s nonsense.
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I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor’s nature.
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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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