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1 " She had resolved the question of love and life so boldly and so easily back then, everything had seemed so clear - and now it was all tangled in a hopeless knot. She had tried to be too clever; she had thought that it was enough to look at things simply, to go straight ahead, and life would obediently spread out like a carpet at her feet - and here she was! And she had no one to blame but herself - she alone was the culprit! "
― Ivan Goncharov , Oblomov: Part Three
2 " Memories are either the greatest poetry - when they are memories of living happiness, or a scorching pain - when they touch on wounds that have not yet healed. "
3 " Ah, that's what one has to pay for the Promethean fire! It is not enough merely to endure, you have to love your melancholy, to respect your doubts and questions: they are the surplus, the luxury of life, which appears for the most part on the summits of happiness when there are no base desires. There is no room for them in the lives of ordinary people, nor among those anguishing questions. But for those who have encountered them at the right time they come not as a millstone, but as welcome guests. "