Leo Tolstoy

“Each time of life has its own kind of love.”

“In order not to give myself up to the desire to kill him on the spot, I felt compelled to treat him cordially.”

“Children's and Household Tales (German: Kinder- und Hausmärchen) is a collection of German origin fairy tales first published in 1812 by Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm, the Brothers Grimm. The collection is commonly known today as Grimms' Fairy Tales (German: Grimms Märchen).”

“I don't allow myself to doubt myself even for a moment.”

“When it is impossible to stretch the very elastic threads of historical ratiocination any farther, when actions are clearly contrary to all that humanity calls right or even just, the historians produce a saving conception of ‘greatness.’ ‘Greatness,’ it seems, excludes the standards of right and wrong. For the ‘great’ man nothing is wrong, there is no atrocity for which a ‘great’ man can be blamed.”

“One of the commonest and most generally accepted delusions is that every man can be qualified in some particular way -- said to be kind, wicked, stupid, energetic, apathetic, and so on. People are not like that. We may say of a man that he is more often kind than cruel, more often wise than stupid, more often energetic than apathetic or vice versa; but it could never be true to say of one man that he is kind or wise, and of another that he is wicked or stupid. Yet we are always classifying mankind in this way. And it is wrong. Human beings are like rivers; the water is one and the same in all of them but every river is narrow in some places, flows swifter in others; here it is broad, there still, or clear, or cold, or muddy or warm. It is the same with men. Every man bears within him the germs of every human quality, and now manifests one, now another, and frequently is quite unlike himself, while still remaining the same man.”

“Patience is waiting. Not passively waiting. That is laziness. But to keep going when the going is hard and slow - that is patience. The two most powerful warriors are patience and time.”

“Ivan Ilych saw that he was dying, and he was in continual despair. In the depth of his heart he knew he was dying, but not only was he unaccustomed to the thought, he simply did not and could not grasp it.The syllogism he had learnt from Kiesewetter’s Logic: ‘Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal,’ had always seemed to him correct as applied to Caius, but it certainly didn’t apply to himself. That Caius - man in the abstract - was mortal, was perfectly correct, but he was not Caius, not an abstract man, but a creature quite separate from all others. He had been little Vanya, with a mamma and a papa, with Mitya and Volodya, with toys, a coachman and a nanny, afterwards with Katenka and with all the joys, griefs, and delights of childhood, boyhood, and youth.What did Caius know of the smell of that striped leather ball Vanya had been so fond of? Had Caius kissed his mother’s hand like that, and did the silk of her dress rustle for Caius? Had he noted like that at school when the pastry was bad? Had Caius been in love like that? Could Caius preside at session as he did?Caius really was mortal, and it was right for him to die; but as for me, little Vanya, Ivan Ilych, with all my thoughts and emotions, it’s altogether a different matter. It cannot be that I ought to die. That would be too terrible.Such was his feeling.”

“No one is satisfied with his fortune,and everyone is satisfied with his wit.”

“Anna smiled,as people smile at the weaknesses of those they love. . .”

“in infinite space and time everything develops, becomes more perfect and more complex, is differentiated",is to say nothing at all. Those are all words with no meaning, for in the infinite is neither complex nor simple, no forward nor backward, or better or worse.”

“satu-satunya yang wajib-dalam hidup dan seni-adalah menyatakan kebenaran”

“A man can spend several hours sitting cross-legged in the same position if he knows that noting prevents him from changing it; but if he knows that he has to sit with his legs crossed like that, he will get cramps, his legs will twitch and strain towards where he would like to stretch them.”

“There was no answer, except the general answer life gives to all the most complex and insoluble questions. That answer is: one must live for the needs of the day, in other words, become oblivious.”

“To live in the needs of the day, find forgetfulness.”

“Man must not check reason by tradition, but contrariwise, must check tradition by reason.”

“Can it be that I have not lived as one ought?" suddenly came into his head. "But how not so, when I've done everything as it should be done?”

“A little muzhik was working on the railroad, mumbling in his beard. And the candle by which she had read the book that was filled with fears, with deceptions, with anguish, and with evil, flared up with greater brightness than she had ever known, revealing to her all that before was in darkness, then flickered, grew faint, and went out forever.”

“There can be no peace for us, only misery, and the greatest happiness.”

“I think that in order to know love one must make a mistake and then correct it.”

“What is precious is not the reward but the work. And I wish you to understand that. If you work and study in order to get a reward, the work will seem hard to you; but when you work, if you love the work, you will find your reward in that.”

“Isi cauta teama de moarte pe care o simtise inainte si n-o mai gasi. Unde e? Care moarte? Nu mai exista nicio teama, pentru ca nu mai exista moartea. In locul mortii era lumina. "Va sa zica, asta e!" exclama deodata cu glas tare, "Ce bucurie!". Toate acestea se petrecura pentru el intr-o clipa, si intelesul clipei ramase acelasi pana la sfarsit. Pentru cei din jurul lui insa, agonia mai dura doua ore. In piept ii clocotea ceva: trupul slabit tresarea. Pe urma, clocotul si horcaitul devenira tot mai tare. "S-a sfarsit", spuse cineva la capataiul lui. Auzi cuvintele si le repeta in gand. "S-a sfarsit cu moartea, isi spuse. Nu mai exista."Trase aer in piept, se opri la jumatatea unui suspin, trupul i se destinse si muri.”

“Ca era dimineata ori seara, vineri ori duminica ― ii era totuna; era la fel, aceeasi durere surda, chinuitoare, care nu-l lasa o clipa; mereu constiinta vietii care se stinge fara putinta de impotrivire, dar care mai dainuie; moartea care se apropia, cumplita si hada ― numai ea singura era realitatea, iar celelalte toate...minciuna. La ce bun sa mai tii socoteala zilelor, saptamanilor, ceasurilor ?”

“Oare nu e limpede, pentru toti in afara de mine, ca ma sfarsesc ? Si nu e vorba decat de saptamani, de zile ― poate chiar acum mor. A fost lumina si-acum e intuneric. Am fost aici si-acum plec acolo! Unde ?" Il trecura fiori, respiratia i se opri. Nu auzea decat bataile inimii. "N-am sa mai exist ― si-atunci ce-o sa fie? N-o sa fie nimic. Unde am sa fiu cand n-am sa mai exist? Cum? Chiar moartea? Nu, nu vreau!" Se ridica din pat, vru sa aprinda lumanarea, bajbai cu mainile tremuratoare, scapa lumanarea si sfesnicul pe jos si cazu din nou in pat, pe perna. "De ce ? Totuna e, isi spuse, privind cu ochii deschisi in intuneric. Moartea. Da, moartea. Si nimeni din ei nu stie si nici nu vrea sa stie, si nu le e mila. Ei canta! (auzea ca din departare, de dupa usa, glasuri si refrene.) Lor le e totuna, dar si ei o sa moara. Natangii! Eu mai devreme, ei mai tarziu; dar si ei o sa pateasca la fel. Acum se veselesc. Dobitocii!”

“De la o vreme, Ivan Ilici isi petrecea mai tot timpul incercand sa retraiasca clipele de odinioara, cand vechile sentimente il tinusera departe de ideea mortii. Bunaoara isi spunea: "Am sa ma ocup de slujba, doar in ea mi-am gasit rostul vietii." Si se ducea la Curte, indepartand de el toate indoielile; intra in vorba cu colegii, se aseza cum ii era altadata obiceiul, imbratisand ganditor publicul cu o privire distrata, si se rezema cu amandoua mainile slabite de bratele fotoliului de stejar, se apleca, cum facea si inainte spre colegul sau, isi lua dosarul mai aproape, schimba cateva cuvinte in soapta si-apoi deodata, ridicand ochii si indreptandu-se in jilt, rostea formula de rigoare si incepea procesul. Dar brusc, in toiul sedintei, fara a se sinchisi de desfasurarea procesului, durerea dintr-o parte isi incepea actiunea distrugatoare. Ivan Ilici isi pleca mai intai urechile la ea , apoi isi alunga gandul de la ea , dar ea isi continua actiunea si ii aparea in fata ochilor, se uita la el, iar el sta impietrit, cu ochii stinsi si se intreba: "Oare numai ea sa fie realitatea ?”

“It was all so strange, so unlike what he had been looking forward to.”

“A battle is won by the side that is absolutely determined to win. Why did we lose the battle of Austerlitz? Our casualties were about the same as those of the French, but we had told ourselves early in the day that the battle was lost, so it was lost.”

“It's too easy to criticize a man when he's out of favour, and to make him shoulder the blame for everybody else's mistakes.”

“I don't think badly of people. I like everybody, and I'm sorry for everybody.”

“A man on a thousand mile walk has to forget his goal and say to himself every morning, 'Today I'm going to cover twenty-five miles and then rest up and sleep.”

“We are all created to be miserable, and that we all know it, and all invent means of deceiving each other. And when one sees the truth, what is one to do?”

“And in spite of the fact that science, art, and politics had no special interest for him, he firmly held those views on all these subjects which were held by the majority and by his paper, and he only changed them when the majority changed them—or, more strictly speaking, he did not change them, but they imperceptibly changed of themselves within him.”

“But I'm married, and believe me, in getting to know thoroughly one's wife, if one loves her, as some one has said, one gets to know all women better than if one knew thousands of them.”

“Non penso? Non c'è giorno e ora in cui non pensi e non mi rimproveri perché penso... Perché questi pensieri possono far impazzire. Far impazzire.”

“Everything was in confusion in the Oblonskys' house. The wife had discovered that the husband was carrying on an intrigue with a French girl, who had been a governess in their family, and she had announced to her husband that she could not go on living in the same house with him. This position of affairs had now lasted three days, and not only the husband and wife themselves, but all the members of their family and household, were painfully conscious of it. Every person in the house felt that there was so sense in their living together, and that the stray people brought together by chance in any inn had more in common with one another than they, the members of the family and household of the Oblonskys. The wife did not leave her own room, the husband had not been at home for three days. The children ran wild all over the house; the English governess quarreled with the housekeeper, and wrote to a friend asking her to look out for a new situation for her; the man-cook had walked off the day before just at dinner time; the kitchen-maid, and the coachman had given warning.”

“If, then, I were asked for the most important advice I could give, that which I considered to be the most useful to the men of our century, I should simply say: in the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.”

“With friends, one is well; but at home, one is better.”

“He was not thinking that the Christian law which he had wanted to follow all his life prescribed that he forgive and love his enemies; but the joyful feeling of love and forgiveness of his enemies filled his soul.”

“You're not racing?" joked the officer."Mine is a harder race," Alexei Alexandrovich replied respectfully.And though the reply did not mean anything, the officer pretended that he had heard a clever phrase from a clever man and had perfectly understood.”

“Slavery, you know, is nothing else than the unwilling labor of many. Therefore to get rid of slavery it is necessary that people should not wish to profit by the forced labor of others and should consider it a sin and a shame. But they go and abolish the external form of slavery and arrange so that one can no longer buy and sell slaves, and they imagine and assure themselves that slavery no longer exists, and do not see or wish to see that it does, because people still want and consider it good and right to exploit the labor of others.”

“Therefore, all these causes-billions of causes-coincided so as to bring about what happened. And consequently none of them was the exclusive cause of the event, but the event had to take place simply because it had to take place.”

“...the more he did nothing, the less time he had to do anything.”

“How is this revolution to take place? Nobody knows how it will take place in humanity, but every man feels it clearly in himself. And yet in our world everybody thinks of changing humanity, and nobody thinks of changing himself”

“He knew she was there by the rapture and the terror that seized on his heart. She was standing talking to a lady at the opposite end of the ground. There was apparently nothing striking either in her dress or her attitude. But for Levin she was as easy to find in that crowd as a rose among nettles. Everything was made bright by her. She was the smile that shed light all around her.”

“Ivan Ilych had been a colleague of the gentlemen present and was liked by them all. He had been ill for some weeks with an illness said to be incurable. His post had been kept open for him, but there had been conjectures that in case of his death Alexeev might receive his appointment, and that either Vinnikov or Shtabel would succeed Alexeev. So on receiving the news of Ivan Ilych's death the first thought of each of the gentlemen in that private room was of the changes and promotions it might occasion among themselves or their acquaintances.”

“Darya Alexandrovna made no reply. She suddenly felt that she had got far away from Anna; that there lay between them a barrier of questions on which they could never agree, and about which it was better not to speak.”

“One step beyond that boundary line which resembles the line dividing the living from the dead lies uncertainty, suffering, and death. And what is there? Who is there?--there beyond that field, that tree, that roof lit up by the sun? No one knows, but one wants to know. You fear and yet long to cross that line, and know that sooner or later it must be crossed and you will have to find out what is there, just as you will inevitably have to learn what lies the other side of death. But you are strong, healthy, cheerful, and excited, and are surrounded by other such excitedly animated and healthy men.”

“He wanted and needed their love, but felt none towards them. He now had neither love nor humility nor purity”

“Music makes me forget myself, my true condition, it carries me off into another state of being, one that isn't my own: under the influence of music I have the illusion of feeling things I don't really feel, of understanding things I don't understand, being able to do things I'm not able to do (...) Can it really be allowable for anyone who feels like it to hypnotize another person, or many other persons, and then do what he likes with them? Particularly if the hypnotist is the first unscrupulous individual who happens to come along?”

“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.”