Author of quotes: Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev. Page 3

Exceptions, you know, only prove the rule.

People spoiled in childhood, retain a special imprint until the end of life.

Remember the parting with the strange smile
Many will remember the native far
Listening to the murmur of the wheels continually
Looking pensively into the sky wide.

After all, here you are, ' he added, turning to sitting on the box to the man, - you're clever, do you have a wife?
The peasant showed both the friends his flat and weak-sighted person.
The wife then? Is. How not to be your wife?
- Do you beat her?
Wife then? Anything can happen. No reason not beaten.
- And well. Well, she beats you?
The man tugged at the reins.
Eco word you said, sir. You're joking... - He apparently offended.
- You Hear, Arkady Nikolayevich! And you nailed it... that's what it means to be educated.

- Why go? 'said Madame Odintsov, dropping his voice.
He glanced at her.
- Why stay? answered Bazarov.

Something to prove to gnats that they are gnats?

Separation! Separation to carry and difficult and easy. Would be safe and untouched faith in him whom love - longing of separation, the soul will win... I will Say more: only then left one, she learns the sweetness of solitude, not barren, but full of memories and thoughts; only then she finds out, he'll feel stronger... In letters to a distant friend she will find a foothold; in his it may be the first time you speak quite... But as two people who went from the source of the river in different banks, first can submit to each other, then only communicate by voice, finally have lost each other from sight, and the two creatures are separated at last by separation. So what! you say: apparently, they were not meant to go together... But here is the difference between a man and a woman. The man means nothing to start a new life, to shake off all the past down: a woman can not. No, she can not lose his past, can not break away from her roots - no, a thousand times no!

None of the eyes I do not replace those with a love directed at me, whose heart fell to my chest, didn't answer my heart is so happy and sweet sinking!

And that's when she opened up, finally, in front of me, how captivating light lit her way as it was new to me, what secret charm shamefully it was apparent...

Tears welled up in my eyes, but it was not the tears of objectless rapture. What I felt was not something vague, more recently, tested the feeling of the comprehensive desires when the soul is growing, the sounds when she feels like she understands everything and everyone loves... Not! ignited in me a thirst for happiness. I haven't dared to call him by his name, - but happiness, happiness to satiety - that's what I wanted, that's what stew...

I looked into the soul: the secret oppression pressed her constantly, anxious, confused and fought inexperienced feelings, but the creature was to the truth. I understand why this strange girl I was attracted to: not only semi-wild beauty spilled around her delicate body, she was attracted to me her soul I liked.

The powder it's real. Still nobody liked it, but the trouble is, if it's someone I love!

Hello to you, humble corner of German lands, with your simple contentment, with its ubiquitous traces of a diligent owner, patient, slow work though... greetings to you and the world!

In short, she appeared to me polutoratonny being. Proud to the extreme, she attracted me even when I was angry at her.