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
friendship long people
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.
memories goal long
So many memories and so little worth remembering, and in front of me — a long, long road without a goal...
tired long feels
I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time.
nature rights long
Nature creates while destroying, and doesn't care whether it creates or destroys as long as life isn't extinguished, as long as death doesn't lose its rights.
memories long want
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.
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.