• Whereas I think: I’m lying here in a haystack... The tiny space I occupy is so infinitesimal in comparison with the rest of space, which I don’t occupy and which has no relation to me. And the period of time in which I’m fated to live is so insignificant beside the eternity in which I haven’t existed and won’t exist... And yet in this atom, this mathematical point, blood is circulating, a brain is working, desiring something... What chaos! What a farce!

    Ivan Turgenev
  • A withered maple leaf has left its branch and is falling to the ground; its movements resemble those of a butterfly in flight. Isn't it strange? The saddest and deadest of things is yet so like the gayest and most vital of creatures?

    Ivan Turgenev
  • We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves

    Ivan Turgenev
  • was coming to that troubled twilight time, a time of regrets that resemble hopes, of hopes that resemble regrets, when youth is past but old age has not yet come

    Ivan Turgenev
  • It's no good writing if God hasn't given you talent. People will just laugh

    Ivan Turgenev
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