It was as if a surplus of something so overflowed her being that it expressed itself beyond her will, now in the brightness of her glance, now in her smile. She deliberately extinguished the light in her eyes, but it shone against her will in a barely noticeable smile.
Leo TolstoyDin orice situatie exista o iesire
Leo TolstoyTags: life-and-living
He looked at people as if they were things. A nervous young man across from him...came to hate him for that look. The young man lit a cigarette from his, tried talking to him, and even jostled him, to let him feel that he was not a thing but a human being, but Vronsky went on looking at him as at a lampost, and the young man grimaced, feeling that he was losing his self-possession under the pressure of this non-recognition of himself as a human being...
Leo TolstoyLevin had been married three months. He was happy, but not at all in the way he had expected to be. At every step he found his former dreams disappointed, and new, unexpected surprises of happiness. He was happy; but on entering upon family life he saw at every step that it was utterly different from what he had imagined. At every step he experienced what a man would experience who, after admiring the smooth, happy course of a little boat on a lake, should get himself into that little boat. He saw that it was not all sitting still, floating smoothly; that one had to think too, not for an instant to forget where one was floating; and that there was water under one, and that one must row; and that his unaccustomed hands would be sore; and that it was only to look at it that was easy; but that doing it, though very delightful, was very difficult.
Leo TolstoyAlways wetweating-always wetweating!
Leo TolstoyTags: russian-literature napoleonic-wars
He spoke that refined French in which our grandparents not only spoke bit thought...
Leo TolstoyJust when the question of how to live had become clearer to him, a new insoluble problem presented itself - Death.
Leo TolstoyTags: life-and-death
Alle glücklichen Familien gleichen einander. Jede unglückliche Familie ist auf ihre eigene Art unglücklich.
Leo Tolstoyİsviçre dağlarındakine benzeyen o mavi sisi anımsıyor ve biliyorum. Bu sis, çocukluğun bitmek üzere olduğu o kaygısız dönemde her şeyin üstünü kaplar ve o çok büyük, mutlu, neşeli dairenin içinden gittikçe daralan bir yol çıkar, ışıklı ve güzel görünse de bu dar yola girmek hem keyifli, hem de müthiş bir şeydir.
Leo TolstoyTags: anna-karenina
But neither of them dared speak of it, and not having expressed the one thing that occupied their thoughts, whatever they said rang false.
Leo TolstoyTags: death
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