“I think that when you remember, remember, remember everything like that, you could go
on until you remember what was there before you were in the world. ”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Anna Arkadyevna read and understood, but it was distasteful to her to read, that is, to
follow the reflection of other people’s lives. She had too great a desire to live herself. If she
read that the heroine of the novel was nursing a sick man, she longed to move with noiseless
steps about the room of a sick man; if she read of a member of Parliament making a speech,
she longed to be delivering the speech; if she read of how Lady Mary had ridden after the
hounds, and had provoked her sister-in-law, and had surprised everyone by her boldness, she
too wished to be doing the same. But there was no chance of doing anything; and twisting the
smooth paper knife in her little hands, she forced herself to read.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Therefore, all these causes-billions of causes-coincided so as to bring about what
happened. And consequently none of them was the exclusive cause of the event, but the
event had to take place simply because it had to take place.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“You can love a person dear to you with a human love, but an enemy can only be loved with
divine love.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Anything is better than lies and deceit!
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Leo Tolstoy
“I'd rather end up wishing I hadn’t than end up wishing I had.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“He wanted and needed their love, but felt none towards them. He now had neither love nor
humility nor purity”
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Leo Tolstoy
“It's all God's will: you can die in your sleep, and God can spare you in battle.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“I led the life of so many other so-called respectable people,—that is, in debauchery. And
like the majority, while leading the life of a debauche, I was convinced that I was a man of
irreproachable morality.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Life is too long to say anything definitely; always say perhaps.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“it's much better to do good in a way that no one knows anything about it.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“A wound in the soul, coming from the rending of the spiritual body, strange as it may seem,
gradually closes like a physical wound. And once a deep wound heals over and the edges
seem to have knit, a wound in the soul, like a physical wound, can be healed only by the force
of life pushing up from inside.This was the way Natasha's wound healed. She thought her life was over. But suddenly her
love for her mother showed her that the essence of life - love - was still alive in her. Love
awoke, and life awoke.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered, with difficulty
recognizing in it the beauty for which he picked and ruined it. And in spite of this he felt that
then, when his love was stronger, he could, if he had greatly wished it, have torn that love out
of his heart; but now when as at that moment it seemed to him he felt no love for her, he knew
that what bound him to her could not be broken.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Life did not stop, and one had to live.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“was serene. Her Moscow troubles had become a memory to her.”
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Leo Tolstoy
