Zitat des Tages von Ivan Turgenev:
Women... can't live with 'em... can't shoot 'em.
In days of doubt, in days of dreary musings on my country's fate, you alone are my comfort and support, oh great, powerful, righteous, and free Russian language!
In the end, nature is inexorable: it has no reason to hurry and, sooner or later, it takes what belongs to it. Unconsciously and inflexibly obedient to its own laws, it doesn't know art, just as it doesn't know freedom, just as it doesn't know goodness.
Whatever a person may pray for, that person prays for a miracle. Every prayer comes down to this - Almighty God, grant that two times two not equal four.
Death's an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
Time sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a snail; but a man is happiest when he does not even notice whether it passes swiftly or slowly.
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.
Who among us has the strength to oppose petty egoism, those petty good feelings, pity and remorse?
Circumstances define us; they force us onto one road or another, and then they punish us for it.
We sit in the mud... and reach for the stars.
To desire and expect nothing for oneself and to have profound sympathy for others is genuine holiness.
A poet must be a psychologist, but a secret one: he should know and feel the roots of phenomena but present only the phenomena themselves in full bloom or as they fade away.
The word tomorrow was invented for indecisive people and for children.
Most people can't understand how others can blow their noses differently than they do.
People without firmness of character love to make up a fate for themselves; that relieves them of the necessity of having their own will and of taking responsibility for themselves.
One may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity.
There are some moments in life, some feelings; one can only point to them and pass by.