Author of quotes: Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev

You must be renewed with the youth of those you love.

Nature does not always hint at love to us. It also threatens us; it reminds... of inaccessible secrets. Isn't it supposed to consume us, isn't it constantly devouring us? There is life and death in it; and death speaks as loudly in it as life.

A person does not repeat himself, like a butterfly, and the work of his hands, his art, his free creation, once destroyed, perishes forever. It is given to him alone to create, but it is strange and scary to say: we are creators... for an hour.... This is our advantage - and our curse..

Nature is irresistible; she has no need to rush, and sooner or later she will take her toll. Unconsciously and unswervingly obedient to the laws, she does not know art, just as she does not know freedom, just as she does not know goodness; moving from eternity, passing away from eternity, it does not tolerate anything immortal, nothing unchangeable. The man is her child; but the human - the artificial - is hostile to it, precisely because it strives to be unchangeable and immortal.

Nature cannot cope with logic, with our human logic; it has its own, which we do not understand and do not recognize until it runs over us like a wheel.

I understood the life of nature, I understood its mysterious meaning. Quiet and slow animation, unhurriedness and restraint of sensations and forces, the balance of health in each individual being - this is its very foundation, its unchanging law, this is what it stands on and rests on. Everything that comes out from under this level - whether up or down, it doesn’t matter - is thrown out by it as worthless.

Man is a child of nature; but she is the universal mother, and she has no preferences: everything that exists in her womb arose only at the expense of another and must in due time give way to another - she creates, destroying, and she does not care: what she creates, what she destroys - if only life would not be translated, if only death would not lose its rights...

It is necessary to get to know the people; but hysterically cling to him like a pregnant woman.

There are people who are up to your shoulder. There are those who, from their height, timidly try to touch the top of your head with their lips. And then there are warm loved ones - with them eye to eye, and there are rare, isolated ones - who are taller. They are after your heart. And they like you.

You cannot escape your fate.

Yeah! a kindred feeling spoke,” Bazarov said calmly. - I noticed that it persists in people very stubbornly. A person is ready to give up everything, he will part with every prejudice; but to admit that, for example, a brother who steals other people's handkerchiefs is a thief is beyond his strength. And indeed: my brother, my brother, is not a genius... is this possible?

Well, of course, right there, by the way, the rotten West will also get it. What a story, think! He beats us at all points, this West, but rotten! And even if we really despised him,” continued Potugin, “otherwise it’s all a phrase and a lie. To scold him, we scold him, but we value only his opinion, that is, in essence, the opinion of the Parisian lazybones.

Is this really true, am I really busy with myself when such a soul lives nearby? And to know that you will never penetrate this soul, you will never know why it is sad, why it rejoices that it wanders in it, what it wants, where it goes ...

Good by decree - not good.