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“I must confess I don’t really like strong-willed women. That’s not their role in life!”
 * Role of Women

"She was a strange creature"

// "Women! Women! Who can understand them?"

"It is hard to convince women of anything--they must be brought to a point where they will convince themselves."

"Oh women, women! Who really does understand them? Their smiles contradict their glances, their words promise and beguile, but their tone of voice repulses. They either figure out in a flash your innermost thought or they don't get the most obvious hint." //

Character of Pechorin “For a long time now I've lived by intellect, not feeling.”

“The turmoil of life has left me with a few ideas, but no feelings.”

"I might recover, or I might just as easily die: one thing or the other, it's all in the way of nature."

“The air is pure, as the kiss of a child, the sun in bright, the sky blue – what more does one want? What need have we here of passions, desires, regrets?”

"I'll hazard my life, even my honor, twenty times, but I will not sell my freedom."

“What of it? If I die, I die. It will be no great loss to the world, and I am thoroughly bored with life. I am like a man yawning at a ball; the only reason he does not go home to bed is that his carriage has not arrived yet.”

//“//There are two men within me - one lives in the full sense of the word, the other reflects and judges him. In an hour's time the first may be leaving you and the world for ever, and the second? ... the second? ...”

“I've got an unfortunate character.” Fate “If predestination really exists, why have we been given free-will and reason? Why do we have to give an account of our deeds?”

“What of it? If I die, I die."

“If only people thought more about it, they would see that life is not woth worrying about so much.”

"In this fruitless struggle I wasted all the ardour of spirit and firmness of will that are needed in real life; when I then came into this life, I had lived through already in my mind and found it boring and disgusting, like reading a poor pastiche of a long familiar book." **