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
motivational business inspiration
If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin.
encounters individual old-jokes
Death's an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
stars mud
We sit in the mud... and reach for the stars.
first-love firsts cases
In my case there was no first love. I began with the second.
running knowing people
The people who bind themselves to systems are those who are unable to encompass the whole truth and try to catch it by the tail; a system is like the tail of truth, but truth is like a lizard; it leaves its tail in your fingers and runs away knowing full well that it will grow a new one in a twinkling.
hands things-in-life whole
Take what you can yourself, and don't let others get you into their hands; to belong to oneself, that is the whole thing in life.
dream moving tired
So long as one's just dreaming about what to do, one can soar like an eagle and move mountains, it seems, but as soon as one starts doing it one gets worn out and tired.
fairy-tale feds tales
Even nightingales can’t be fed on fairy tales.
mind impossible
I don't see why it's impossible to express everything that's on one's mind.
fate rights giving
Nothing is worse and more hurtful than a happiness that comes too late. It can give no pleasure, yet it deprives you of that most precious of rights - the right to swear and curse at your fate!
feelings moments
There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.
blow people noses
Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
dream past remember
The past was a dream wasn't it? And who ever remembers dreams?
mediocre
It was only the vulgarly mediocre that repelled her.