“As a young man, he had instinctively husbanded the freshness of his powers. At the time, it was too soon to see that this freshness was giving birth to vivacity and gaiety, and shape to the courage needed to forge… — Ivan Goncharov Copy Share Image
“She never indulged in reveries or tried to be clever in her conversation; she seemed to have drawn a line in her mind beyond… — Ivan Goncharov Copy Share Image
“But in love, merit is won blindly and unaccountably, and in this blindness and unaccountability lies happiness. pp. 445-446” — Ivan Goncharov Copy Share Image
“What? Do you suppose the intellect can work separately from the heart?” — Ivan Goncharov Copy Share Image
“As a young man, he had instinctively husbanded the freshness of his powers. At the time, it was too soon to see that this… — Ivan Goncharov Copy Share Image
“A lover of comfort might shrug after looking at the whole apparent jumble of furniture, old paintings, statues with missing arms and legs, engravings… — Ivan Goncharov Copy Share Image
When you don't know what you're living for, you don't care how you live from one day to the next. You're happy the day… — Ivan Goncharov Copy Share Image
“Memories are either the greatest poetry, when they are memories of a vital happiness, or a burning pain, when they touch dried wounds. p. 479” — Ivan Goncharov Copy Share Image
“All at once he found his mind drawing a parallel between that destiny and his own existence; all at once questions of life arose… — Ivan Goncharov Copy Share Image
“Plunged up to the ears in work, good friend!" thought Oblomov as he watched him depart. "Yes, and blind and deaf and dumb to… — Ivan Goncharov Copy Share Image
“When all the forces in your organism come into play, then life will begin to play around you as well. You'll see what your… — Ivan Goncharov Copy Share Image
It is a trick among the dishonest to offer sacrifices that are not needed, or not possible, to avoid making those that are required. — Ivan Goncharov Copy Share Image
“The moments of nature's universal, triumphant silence had come, those minutes when the creative mind works harder, poetic thoughts seethe more ardently, the heart's… — Ivan Goncharov Copy Share Image
