“All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Human science fragments everything in order to understand it, kills everything in order to
examine it. ”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?”
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Leo Tolstoy
“He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered , with difficulty
recognizing the beauty for which he picked and ruined it.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Everything I know, I know because I love.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“A little muzhik was working on the railroad, mumbling in his beard.
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Leo Tolstoy
“It seems that only God can know the truth; it is to Him alone we must appeal, and from Him
alone expect mercy.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was
difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it”
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Leo Tolstoy
“You've said nothing, of course, and I ask nothing," he was saying; "but you know that
friendship's not what I want: that there's only one happiness in life for me, that word that you
dislike so...yes, love!...”
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Leo Tolstoy
“You're not racing?" joked the officer.
"Mine is a harder race," Alexei Alexandrovich replied respectfully.
And though the reply did not mean anything, the officer pretended that he had heard a clever
phrase from a clever man and had perfectly understood.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“But neither of them dared speak of it, and not having expressed the one thing that
occupied their thoughts, whatever they said rang false.”
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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
“Then we should find some artificial inoculation against love, as with smallpox. ”
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Leo Tolstoy
“As a man cannot lift a mountain, and as a kindly man cannot kill an infant, so a man living
the Christian life cannot take part in deeds of violence. Of what value then to him are
arguments about the imaginary advantages of doing what is morally impossible for him to do?”
―
Leo Tolstoy
“Talent is the capacity to direct concentrated attention upon the subject: "the gift of seeing
what others have not seen.”
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Leo Tolstoy
