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
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.
children son branches
A son is like a lopped off branch. As a falcon he comes when he wills and goes where he lists.
want force
Don't force me into saying what I don't want to say, and what I won't say.
sweet sleep waiting
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.
believe atheism
The temerity to believe in nothing.
lying grief thinking
Oh youth, youth! You don't worry about anything; you seem to possess all the treasures of the universe--even sorrow gives you pleasure, even grief suits you.... And perhaps the whole secret of your charm lies not in your ability to do everything, but in your ability to think that you will do everything.
inspiration needs helping
Everyone needs help from everyone else.
mediocre
It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.
lying thinking blood
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!
nature men temples
Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man's the workman in it.
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.
love-you believe personality
I believe love produces a certain flowering of the whole personality which nothing else can achieve....
blow people noses
Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.