"Not a word, not a movement of yours will I ever forget, nor can I...”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Anna smiled,as people smile at the weaknesses of those they love. . .”
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Leo Tolstoy
“When Levin thought what he was and what he was living for, he could find no answer to
the questions and was reduced to despair; but when he left off questioning himself about it, it
seemed as though he knew both what he was and what he was living for, acting and living
resolutely and without hesitation.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“No one can attain to truth by himself. Only by laying stone on stone with the cooperation of
all, by the millions of generations from our forefather Adam to our own times, is that temple
reared which is to be a worthy dwelling place of the Great God.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Each time of life has its own kind of love.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“I did not myself know what I wanted: I feared life, desired to escape from it, yet still hoped
something of it.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“...the role of the disappointed lover of a maiden or of any single woman might be
ridiculous; but the role of a man who was pursuing a married woman, and who made it the
purpose of his life at all cost to draw her into adultery, was one which had in it something
beautiful and dignified and could never be ridiculous....”
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Leo Tolstoy
“A man's every action is inevitably conditioned by what surrounds him and by his own
body.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“We can know only that we know nothing. And that is the highest degree of human wisdom.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“It was all so strange, so unlike what he had been looking forward to.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“I'll tell you truly: I value my thought and work terribly, but in essence - think about it - this
whole world of ours is just a bit of mildew that grew over a tiny planet. And we think we can
have something great - thoughts, deeds! They're all grains of sand”
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Leo Tolstoy
“If you love me as you say you do,' she whispered, 'make it so that I am at peace.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Why do you need to be like anyone? You're good as you are,”
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Leo Tolstoy
“How strange it was to think that he, who such a short time ago dared not believe in the
happiness of her loving him, now felt unhappy because she loved him too much!”
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Leo Tolstoy
