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 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 TurgenevOne may speak about anything on earth with fire, with enthusiasm, with ecstasy, but one only speaks about oneself with avidity.
Ivan Turgenev