What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.
Leo TolstoyOnly Anna was sad. She knew that now, from Dolly's departure, no one again would stir up within her soul the feelings that had been roused by their conversation. It hurt her to stir up these feelings, but yet she knew that that was the best part of her soul, and that that part of her soul would quickly be smothered in the life she was leading.
Leo TolstoyThe most mentally deranged people are certainly those who see in others indications of insanity they do not notice in themselves.
Leo TolstoyRemember that there is only one important time and it is Now. The present moment is the only time over which we have dominion. The most important person is always the person with whom you are, who is right before you, for who knows if you will have dealings with any other person in the future? The most important pursuit is making that person, the one standing at your side, happy, for that alone is the pursuit of life.
Leo Tolstoytruth, like gold, is to be obtained not by its growth, but by washing away from it all that is not gold.
Leo TolstoyTag: wisdom knowledge ignorance analogy refinement
Elena era tan bella que no sólo no había en ella sombra alguna de coquetería sino que, al contrario, parecía avergonzarse de su propia belleza, que sobresalía demasiado exultante y victoriosa; diríase que deseaba reducir sus efectos, aunque sin conseguirlo.
Leo TolstoyMy life now, my whole life, regardless of all that may happen to me, every minute of it, is not only not meaningless, as it was before, but has the unquestionable meaning of the good which it is in my power to put into it!
Leo TolstoyBut she did not take her eyes from the wheels of the second car. And exactly at the moment when the midpoint between the wheels drew level with her, she threw away the red bag, and drawing her head back into her shoulders, fell on her hands under the car, and with a light movement, as though she would rise immediately, dropped on her knees. And at the instant she was terror-stricken at what she was doing. 'Where am I? What am I doing? What for?' She tried to get up, to throw herself back; but something huge and merciless struck her on the head and dragged her down on her back.
Leo TolstoyDeath is finished, he said to himself. It is no more!
Leo TolstoyIt's not so much that he can't fall in love, but he has not the weakness necessary.
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