Fathers and Sons | Angel Ceballos — Designer / New York Photographer
Fathers and Sons by Ivan Turgenev
May 11, 2006 • Ivan Turgenev

Fathers and Sons

Highlight: “We sit in the mud, my friend, and reach for the stars.”

“I don’t see why it’s impossible to express everything that’s on one’s mind.””

“Whereas I think: I’m lying here in a haystack… The tiny space I occupy is so infinitesimal in comparison with the rest of space, which I don’t occupy and which has no relation to me. And the period of time in which I’m fated to live is so insignificant beside the eternity in which I haven’t existed and won’t exist… And yet in this atom, this mathematical point, blood is circulating, a brain is working, desiring something… What chaos! What a farce!”

Finished reading: May 2006

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