“There are as many kinds of love, as there are hearts”
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Leo Tolstoy
“A little muzhik was working on the railroad, mumbling in his beard.
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Leo Tolstoy
“He is not apprehended by reason, but by life.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Whatever our fate is or may be, we have made it and do not complain of it."
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Leo Tolstoy
“Her eyes, always sad, now looked into the mirror with particular hopelessness. "She's
flattering me," thought the princess, and she turned away and went on reading. Julie, however,
was not flattering her friend: indeed, the princess's eyes, large, deep, and luminous
(sometimes it was as if rays of light came from them in sheaves), were so beautiful that very
often, despite the unattractiveness of the whole face, those eyes were more attractive than
beauty. But the princess had never seen the good expression of thise eyes, the expression
they had in moments when she was not thinking of herself. As with all people, the moment she
looked in the mirror, her face assumed a strained, unnatural, bad expression.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“He liked fishing and seemed to take pride in being able to like such a stupid occupation.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“As often happens between people who have chosen different ways, each of them, while
rationally justifying the other's activity, despised it in his heart. To each of them it seemed that
the life he led was the only real life, and the one his friend led was a mere illusion.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“To say that a work of art is good, but incomprehensible to the majority of men, is the same
as saying of some kind of food that it is very good but that most people can’t eat it.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“We expect rewards for goodness, and punishments for the bad things which we do. Often,
they are not immediately”
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Leo Tolstoy
“It's hard to love a woman and do anything.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“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?”
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Leo Tolstoy
“No matter what the work you are doing, be always ready to drop it. And plan it, so as to be
able to leave it.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and
she began.”
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Leo Tolstoy
