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. — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table. — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share
“I think; here I lie under a haystack… The tiny space I occupy is so infinitely small in comparison with the rest of space,… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share
That is what poetry can do. It speaks to us of what does not exist, which is not only better than what exists, but… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share
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… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share
Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do. — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share
“But I think that I have already been moving too long in a sphere which is not my own. Flying fishes can hold out… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share
“There was nothing ugly in the small, unprepossessing figure of this emancipated woman, but the expression on her face made a bad impression on… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share
“In his funeral oration the spokesman of the most artistic and critical of European nations, Ernest Renan, hailed him as one of the greatest… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share
Love isn't actually a feeling at all--it's an illness, a certain condition of body and soul… Usually it takes possession of someone without his… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share
There's something tragic in the fate of almost every person--it's just that the tragic is often concealed from a person by the banal surface… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share
“But I had absolutely lost all sense of personal dignity, and could not tear myself away from the spectacle of my own misery.” — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share
“My son,' he wrote to me, 'fear the love of woman; fear that bliss, that poison…” — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share
What's terrible is that there's nothing terrible, that the very essence of life is petty, uninteresting, and degradingly trite. — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share
