One of the first conditions of happiness is that the link between Man and Nature shall not be broken.
Leo TolstoyIt will pass, it will all pass, we're going to be so happy! If our love could grow any stronger it would grow stronger because there is something horrifying in it,
Leo TolstoyTags: anna-karenina
These loaves, pigeons, and two little boys seemed unearthly. It all happened at the same time: a little boy ran over to a pigeon, glancing over at Levin with a smile; the pigeon flapped its wings and fluttered, gleaming in the sunshine among the snowdust quivering in the air, while the smell of freshly baked bread was wafted out of a little window as the loaves were put out. All this together was so extraordinarily wonderful that Levin burst out laughing and crying for joy.
Leo TolstoyArt should cause violence to be set aside and it is only art that can accomplish this.
Leo TolstoyPierre was one of those people who are strong only when they feel themselves perfectly pure.
Leo TolstoyPierre was for the first time at this meeting impressed by the endless multiplicity of men's minds, which leads to no truth being ever seen by two persons alike...What Pierre chiefly desired was always to transmit his thought to another exactly as he conceived it himself.
Leo Tolstoywithout knowing who I am and why I’m here it is impossible to live. Yet I cannot know that and therefore I cannot live
Leo Tolstoyいまの彼には、彼がしっかり目におさめて、そして理解した、あの高い、正しい、美しい大空に比べたら、ナポレオンの心を占めているあらゆる利害が、いかにもむなしいものに思われ、このちっぽけな虚栄心と勝利の喜びに酔っている彼の憧れの英雄自身も、いかにも小さな人間に思われた
――『戦争と平和』より
excuse me' he added, taking the opera glasses out of her hands and looking over her bare shoulder at the row of boxes opposite, 'i'm afraid i'm becoming ridiculous
Leo TolstoyAt that instant he knew that all his doubts, even the impossibility of believing with his reason, of which he was aware in himself, did not in the least hinder his turning to God. All of that now floated out of his soul like dust. To whom was he to turn if not to Him in whose hands he felt himself, his soul, and his love?
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