“And you know, there's less charm in life when you think about death--but it's more peaceful.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“How can one be well...when one suffers morally?”
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Leo Tolstoy
What did that show? It showed that he had lived well, but thought badly.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“- Every girl is proud of an offer, Yes, every girl, but not she”
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Leo Tolstoy
“The most mentally deranged people are certainly those who see in others indications of
insanity they do not notice in themselves.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“marveling at this boldness and ease in her presence, and not for one second losing sight
of her, though he did not look at her. He felt as though the sun were coming near him.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Loving the same man or woman all your life, why, that's like supposing the same candle
could last you all your life”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Several times I asked myself, "Can it be that I have overlooked something, that there is
something which I have failed to understand? Is it not possible that this state of despair is
common to everyone?" And I searched for an answer to my questions in every area of
knowledge acquired by man. For a long time I carried on my painstaking search; I did not
search casually, out of mere curiosity, but painfully, persistently, day and night, like a dying
man seeking salvation. I found nothing.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“You wait a bit, wait a bit," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, smiling and touching his hand. "I've
told you what I know, and I repeat that in this delicate and tender matter, as far as one can
conjecture, I believe the chances are in your favor.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“In order to forgive, one must have lived through what I have lived through, and may God
spare her that.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“-Why are you so sad? Because you speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“So they are even more frightened than we are,' he thought. 'Why, is this all that's meant by
heroism? And did I do it for the sake of my country? And was he to blame with his dimple and
his blue eyes? How frightened he was! He thought I was going to kill him. Why should I kill
him? My hand trembled. And they have given me the St. George's Cross. I can't make it out, I
can't make it out!”
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Leo Tolstoy
