“excuse me' he added, taking the opera glasses out of her hands and looking over her bare shoulder at the row of boxes opposite, 'i'm afraid i'm becoming ridiculous

― Leo Tolstoy

“To evoke in oneself a feeling one has once experienced, and having evoked it in oneself, then by means of movements, lines, colors, sounds, or forms expressed in words, so to transmit that feeling that others may experience the same feeling - this is the activity of art.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“There is no significant idea which cannot be explained to an intelligent twelve year old boy in fifteen minutes.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“I can't praise a young lady who is alive only when people are admiring her, but as soon as she is left alone, collapses and finds nothing to her taste--one who is all for show and has no resources in herself”

― Leo Tolstoy

“At school he had done things which had formerly seemed to him very horrid and made him feel disgusted with himself when he did them; but when later on he saw that such actions were done by people of good position and that they did not regard them as wrong, he was able not exactly to regard them as right, but to forget about them entirely or not be at all troubled at remembering them.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“That which constitutes the cause of the economic poverty of our age is what the English call over-production (which means that a mass of things are made which are of no use to anybody, and with which nothing can be done).”

― Leo Tolstoy

“The further one goes, the better the land seems. ”

― Leo Tolstoy

“Do not seek quiet and rest in those earthly realms where delusions and desires are engendered, for if thou dost, thou wilt be dragged through the rough wilderness of life, which is far from Me.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“Teach French and unteach sincerity.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“Even in the valley of the shadow of death, two and two do not make six.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“How often we sin, how much we deceive, and all for what?

― Leo Tolstoy

“the very fact of the death of someone close to them aroused in all who heard about it, as always, a feeling of delight that he had died and they hadn't.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“Hell is the inability to love.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“The difference between what he had been then and what he now was, was enormous...Then he was free and fearless...now he felt himself caught in the meshes of a stupid, empty, valueless, frivolous life...He remembered how proud he was at one time of his straightforwardness, how he had made a rule of always speaking the truth...and he was now sunk deep in lies...lies considered as truth by all who surrounded him.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“Now one often saw only her face and body, while her soul was not seen at all.”

― Leo Tolstoy


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