“The enchanted world arising out of the dim mists of the past, into which he just stepped, quivered-and disappeared.” — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by. — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin. — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
“...Or was his destiny from the start To be but just one moment Near your heart?...” — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
“While a man is living he is not conscious of his own life; it becomes audible to him, like a sound, after… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
Time sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a snail; but a man is happiest when he does not even notice… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
“I think; here I lie under a haystack… The tiny space I occupy is so infinitely small in comparison with the rest… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
“And was it his destined part / Only one moment in his life / To be close to your heart?” — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
“was coming to that troubled twilight time, a time of regrets that resemble hopes, of hopes that resemble regrets, when youth is… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
“If we wait for the moment when everything, absolutely everything is ready, we shall never begin." - Ivan Turgenev” — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
Only one thing bothered me: at this very moment, as they say, of inexplicable bliss there would be a sinking feeling at… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
All human beings hang by a thread, an abyss may open under their feet at any moment, and yet they have to… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
Death is like a fisherman, who, having caught a fish in his net, leaves it in the water for a time; the… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
Each individual is more or less dimly aware of his significance, is aware that he's something innately superior, something eternal--and lives, is… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
“O youth! youth! you go your way heedless, uncaring – as if you owned all the treasures of the world; even grief… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
What a magnificent body, how I should like to see it on the dissecting table. — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do. — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
