Oh, gentle feelings, soft sounds, the goodness and the gradual stilling of a soul that has been moved; the melting happiness of the first tender, touching joys of love- where are you?
Ivan TurgenevLove, I thought, is stronger than death or the fear of death. Only by it, by love, life holds together and advances.
Ivan TurgenevWhereas I think: Iโm lying here in a haystack... The tiny space I occupy is so infinitesimal in comparison with the rest of space, which I donโt occupy and which has no relation to me. And the period of time in which Iโm fated to live is so insignificant beside the eternity in which I havenโt existed and wonโt exist... And yet in this atom, this mathematical point, blood is circulating, a brain is working, desiring something... What chaos! What a farce!
Ivan TurgenevWhat did I hope for, what did I expect, what rich future did I foresee, when the phantom of my first love, rising up for an instant, barely called forth one sigh, one mournful sentiment?
Ivan Turgenev