Ivan Turgenev

Ivan Turgenev
Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenevwas a Russian novelist, short story writer, and playwright. His first major publication, a short story collection entitled A Sportsman's Sketches, was a milestone of Russian Realism, and his novel Fathers and Sonsis regarded as one of the major works of 19th-century fiction...
NationalityRussian
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth9 November 1818
CountryRussian Federation
art nonsense romanticism
It's all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art.
spiritual art creativity
Art, if one employs this term in the broad sense that includes poetry within its realm, is an art of creation laden with ideals, located at the very core of the life of a people, defining the spiritual and moral shape of that life.
inspirational art work
As for work, without it, without painstaking work, any writer or artist definitely remains a dilettante; there's no point in waiting for so-called blissful moments, for inspiration; if it comes, so much the better--but you keep working anyway.
art law reason
In the end, nature is inexorable: it has no reason to hurry and, sooner or later, it takes what belongs to it. Unconsciously and inflexibly obedient to its own laws, it doesn't know art, just as it doesn't know freedom, just as it doesn't know goodness.
flies man notice passes swiftly time whether
Time sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a snail; but a man is happiest when he does not even notice whether it passes swiftly or slowly.
believe boldness
The boldness to believe in nothing (Fathers and Sons)
defect injure mortify reproach vice
To mortify and even to injure an opponent, reproach him with the very defect or vice you feel in yourself
grant itself man prayer prays twice whatever
Whatever man prays for, he prays for a miracle. Every prayer reduces itself to thisGreat God, grant that twice two be not four.
absolutely moment shall wait
... if we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
sweet significance
Significance is sweet ...
feelings want unfortunate
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.
sinking-feeling feelings would-be
Only one thing bothered me: at this very moment, as they say, of inexplicable bliss there would be a sinking feeling at the pit of my stomach and my abdomen would be assailed by a melancholy, cold shivering. In the end I couldn't abide such happiness and ran away.
grieving green meadows
I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life.
fool monsters conquer
We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves.