Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina Quotes
All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.
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.
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.
Hypocrisy in anything whatever may deceive the cleverest and most penetrating man, but the least wide-awake of children recognizes it, and is revolted by it, however ingeniously it may be disguised.
it's much better to do good in a way that no one knows anything about it.
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.
Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed.
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.
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.
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.
Friends we shall never be, you know that yourself. Whether we shall be the happiest or the wretchedest of people--that's in your hands.
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?
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
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.
But every acquisition that is disproportionate to the labor spent on it is dishonest.
Ah, if everyone was as sensitive as you! There's no girl who hasn't gone through that. And it's all so unimportant!
Perhaps it's because I appreciate all I have so much that I don't worry about what I haven't got.
And you know, there's less charm in life when you think about death--but it's more peaceful.
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.
Just when the question of how to live had become clearer to him, a new insoluble problem presented itself - Death.
I often think that men don't understand what is noble and what is ignorant, though they always talk about it.
What is reason given me for, if I am not to use it to avoid bringing unhappy beings into the world!
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.
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.
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?
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.
There are no conditions to which a man cannot become used, especially if he sees that all around him are living in the same way.
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!
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.
That one must either explain life to oneself so that it does not seem to be an evil mockery by some sort of devil, or one must shoot oneself.
But that's the whole aim of civilization: to make everything a source of enjoyment.
Everyone had something disparaging to say about the unfortunate Maltyshcheva, and the conversation began crackling merrily like a kindling bonfire.
Maybe its because i rejoice over what i have and don't grieve over what i don't have".
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.
There are no conditions to which a person cannot grow accustomed, especially if he sees that everyone around him lives in the same way.
Toate familiile fericite se aseamănă între ele. Fiecare familie nefericită este nefericită în felul ei.
