“The further one goes, the better the land seems. ”
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Leo Tolstoy
“What's all this love of arguing? No one ever convinces anyone else.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“And he has to live like this on the edge of destruction, alone, with nobody at all to
understand or pity him”
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Leo Tolstoy
“And what was worst of all was that *It* drew his attention to itself not in order to make him
take some action but only that he should look at *It*, look it straight in the face: look at it and
without doing anything, suffer inexpressibly.
And to save himself from this condition Ivan Ilych looked for consolations -- new screens --
and new screens were found and for a while seemed to save him, but then they immediately
fell to pieces or rather became transparent, as if *It* penetrated them and nothing could veil
*It*.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“was serene. Her Moscow troubles had become a memory to her.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“In order to understand, observe, deduce, man must first be conscious of himself as alive
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Leo Tolstoy
“Men never understand what honor is, though they're always talking about it”
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Leo Tolstoy
“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.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“With friends, one is well; but at home, one is better.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Why nowadays there's a new fashion every day.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“There are many faiths, but the spirit is one — in me, and in you, and in him. So that if
everyone believes himself, all will be united; everyone be himself and all will be as one.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“And so liberalism had become a habit of Stepan Arkadyevitch's, and he liked his
newspaper, as he did his cigar after dinner, for the slight fog it diffused in his brain.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“I was wrong when I said that I did not regret the past. I do regret it; I weep for the past love
which can never return. Who is to blame, I do not know. Love remains, but not the old love; its
place remains, but it is all wasted away and has lost all strength and substance; recollections
are still left, and gratitude; but...”
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Leo Tolstoy
“God forgive me everything!’ she said, feeling the impossibility of struggling...”
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Leo Tolstoy
