He had learned that, as there is no situation in the world in which a man can be happy and perfectly free, so there is no situation in which he can be perfectly unhappy and unfree.
Leo TolstoyThough the doctors treated him, let his blood, and gave him medications to drink, he nevertheless recovered.
Leo TolstoyPower is a word the meaning of which we do not understand.
Leo TolstoyTags: power
The whole trouble lies in that people think that there are conditions excluding the necessity of love in their intercourse with man, but such conditions do not exist. Things may be treated without love; one may chop wood, make bricks, forge iron without love, but one can no more deal with people without love than one can handle bees without care.
Leo TolstoyTags: love
There lay between them, separating them, that same terrible line of the unknown and of fear, like the line separating the living from the dead.
Leo TolstoyTags: fear
We love people not so much for the good they've done us, as for the good we've done them.
Leo TolstoyTags: love
he was one of those diplomats who like and know how to work, and, despite his laziness, he occasionally spent nights at his desk.
Leo TolstoyTags: humor politicians
Viata fiecarui om are doua laturi: viata personala, care este cu atat mai libera, cu cat interesele sale sunt mai abstracte, si o viata elementara, de roi, in care omul, fara sa se poata sustrage, implineste legi ce i-au fost prescrise.
Constient, omul traieste pentru sine, dar serveste in mod inconstient ca arma pentru atingerea telurilor istorice ale intregii omeniri. O fapta, odata savarsita, e ireversibila, si actiunea ei, concurand in timp cu milioane de actiuni ale celorlalti oameni, capata o insemnatate istorica. Cu cat sta omul mai sus pe scara sociala, cu cat este in fuctie de mai multi oameni, cu atat mai multa putere are asupra celorlalti, cu atat este mai evidenta predestinarea si caracterul neocolit al fiecareia din actiunile sale.
"Inima tarului e-n mainile Dumnezeirii."
Tarul nu este altceva decat sclavul istoriei.
He meditated on the use to which he should put all the energy of youth which comes to a man only once in life. Should he devote this power, which is not the strength of intellect or heart or education, but an urge which once spent can never return, the power given to a man once only to make himself, or even – so it seems to him at the time – the universe into anything he wishes: should he devote it to art, to science, to love, or to practical activities? True, there are people who never have this urge: at the outset of life they place their necks under the first yoke that offers itself, and soberly toil away in it to the end of their days.
Leo TolstoyAnd I, too, am the same… only there is no love in my heart, or desire for love, no interest in work, not contentment in myself. And how remote and impossible my old religious enthusiasms seem now… and my former abounding life! What once seemed so plain and right – that happiness lay in living for others – is unintelligible now. Why live for others, when life has not attractions even for oneself?
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