Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina Quotes
Men never understand what honor is, though they're always talking about it
He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.
God forgive me everything!’ she said, feeling the impossibility of struggling...
Just think! This whole world of ours is only a speck of mildew sprung up on a tiny planet, yet we think we can have something great - thoughts, , actions! They are all but grains of sand
She had no need to ask why he had come. She knew as certainly as if he had told her that he was here to be where she was.
Everyone had something disparaging to say about the unfortunate Maltyshcheva, and the conversation began crackling merrily like a kindling bonfire.
Just when the question of how to live had become clearer to him, a new insoluble problem presented itself - Death.
Are we not all flung into the world for no other purpose than to hate each other, and so to torture ourselves and one another?
it's much better to do good in a way that no one knows anything about it.
The terrible thing is that it's impossible to tear the past out by the roots.
Respect is an invention of people who want to cover up the empty place where love should be.
All the diversity, all the charm, and all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade.
But that's the whole aim of civilization: to make everything a source of enjoyment.
There are no conditions to which a person cannot grow accustomed, especially if he sees that everyone around him lives in the same way.
He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.
Without the support from religion--remember, we talked about it--no father, using only his own resources, would be able to bring up a child.
I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.
Many families remain for years in the same place, though both husband and wife are sick of it, simply because there is neither complete division nor agreement between them.
He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it
To educate the peasantry, three things are needed: schools, schools and schools.
I often think that men don't understand what is noble and what is ignorant, though they always talk about it.
In order to forgive, one must have lived through what I have lived through, and may God spare her that.
The very nastiest and coarsest, I can't tell you. It is not grief, not dullness, but much worse. It is as if all that was good in me had hidden itself, and only what is horrid remains.
I'm like a starving man who has been given food. Maybe he's cold, and his clothes are torn, and he's ashamed, but he's not unhappy.
And you know, there's less charm in life when you think about death--but it's more peaceful.
And not only the pride of intellect, but the stupidity of intellect. And, above all, the dishonesty, yes, the dishonesty of intellect. Yes, indeed, the dishonesty and trickery of intellect.
Maybe its because i rejoice over what i have and don't grieve over what i don't have".
Toate familiile fericite se aseamănă între ele. Fiecare familie nefericită este nefericită în felul ei.
Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?
Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand."- Anna Karenina {Anna Karenina}
I've always loved you, and when you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as you would like them to be.
And those who only know the non-platonic love have no need to talk of tragedy. In such love there can be no sort of tragedy.
Ah, if everyone was as sensitive as you! There's no girl who hasn't gone through that. And it's all so unimportant!
It hurt her to stir up these feelings, but yet she knew that that was the best part of her soul, and that that part of her soul would quickly be smothered in the life she was leading.
They've got no idea what happiness is, they don't know that without this love there is no happiness or unhappiness for us--there is no life.
But every acquisition that is disproportionate to the labor spent on it is dishonest.
How strange it was to think that he, who such a short time ago dared not believe in the happiness of her loving him, now felt unhappy because she loved him too much!
We walked to meet each other up at the time of our love and then we have been irresistibly drifting in different directions, and there's no altering that.
All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.
