I am a flirt: I have no heart: I have an actor's nature. Ivan Turgenev More Quotes by Ivan Turgenev More Quotes From Ivan Turgenev Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do. Ivan Turgenev understanding blow people The past was a dream wasn't it? And who ever remembers dreams? Ivan Turgenev dream remember past The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they've suddenly become nihilists. Ivan Turgenev dunces nihilist facts What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table. Ivan Turgenev body tables should He was the soul of politeness to everyone -- to some with a hint of aversion, to others with a hint of respect. Ivan Turgenev hints aversion soul One may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity. Ivan Turgenev earth fire may Anyone who has crossed from the district of Bolkhov into that of Zhizdra will probably have been struck by the sharp difference between the natives of the provinces of Orel and Kaluga. Ivan Turgenev provinces differences book 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! Ivan Turgenev fate powerful country I only know that I feel tired, antiquated; I feel as though I had been living a long, long time. Ivan Turgenev tired feels long Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse? Ivan Turgenev good-feeling pity feelings 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? Ivan Turgenev phantoms rising-up first-love However passionate, sinning, and rebellious the heart hidden in the tomb, the flowers growing over it peep serenely at us with their innocent eyes; they tell us not of eternal peace alone, of that great peace of "indifferent" nature: they tell us, too, of eternal reconciliation and of life without end. Ivan Turgenev flower eye heart Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet sleep. Ivan Turgenev waiting sleep sweet I walked in the meadows of green grieving for my life. Ivan Turgenev meadows green grieving We’re young, we’re not monsters, no fools: we’ll conquer happiness for ourselves. Ivan Turgenev conquer fool monsters 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. Ivan Turgenev work inspirational art It's all romanticism, nonsense, rottenness, art. Ivan Turgenev romanticism nonsense art To tell about a drunken muzhik's beating his wife is incomparably harder than to compose a whole tract about the 'woman question.' Ivan Turgenev harder wife whole What a brave man she was, and what a good woman. Ivan Turgenev 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. Ivan Turgenev man time bird sometimes
