Leo Tolstoy, aka Count Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy or Tolstoi

Leo
Tolstoy, aka Count Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy or Tolstoi
1828
1910

Russian Essayist, Realistic Fiction Novelist and Playwright, best known for novels "War and Peace" and "Anna Karenina"

Author Quotes

You wait a bit, wait a bit, said Stepan Arkadyevitch, smiling and touching his hand. I've told you what I know, and I repeat that in this delicate and tender matter, as far as one can conjecture, I believe the chances are in your favor.

Yes, that's it ', reflected Darya Alexandrovna, recalling his life in those fifteen years of marriage,' pregnancy, motion sickness, dulled thinking, indifference to everything, and especially making... The birth, suffering, suffering horrendous, that last minute.

You will die - and it will all be over. You will die and find out everything - or cease asking.

Yes, there is something in me hateful, repulsive, thought Ljewin, as he came away from the Schtscherbazkijs', and walked in the direction of his brother's lodgings. And I don't get on with other people. Pride, they say. No, I have no pride. If I had any pride, I should not have put myself in such a position.

You worldly-minded people are most unfortunate! You are surrounded with sorrows and troubles overhead and underfoot and to the right and to the left, and you are enigmas even to yourselves.

Yes, there is something uncanny, demonic and fascinating in her.

You're not going to be different ... you're going to be the same as you've always been; with doubts, everlasting dissatisfaction with yourself, vain efforts to amend, and falls, and everlasting expectation, of a happiness which you won't get, and which isn't possible for you.

Yes, would have been,' he said sadly. 'He's precisely one of those people of whom they say that they're not meant for this world.

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.

Yes, yes, how was it now? He thought, going over his dream. Now, how was it? To be sure! Alabin was giving a dinner at Darmstadt; no, not Darmstadt, but something American. Yes, but then, Darmstadt was in America. Yes, Alabin was giving a dinner on glass tables, and the tables sang, Il mio tesoro-not Il mio tesoro though, but something better, and there were some sort of little decanters on the table, and they were women, too, he Remembered.

You've said nothing, of course, and I ask nothing, he was saying; but you know that friendship's not what I want: that there's only one happiness in life for me, that word that you dislike so?yes, love!

Yes: if only a hundredth of the efforts spent in curing diseases were spent in curing debauchery, disease would long ago have ceased to exist, whereas now all efforts are employed, not in extirpating debauchery, but in favoring it, by assuring the harmlessness of the consequences.

Yet time and again, from different approaches, I kept coming to the same conclusion, that I could not have come into the world without any cause, reason, or meaning; that I could not be the fledgling fallen from the nest that I felt myself to be. If I lie on my back crying in the tall grass, like a fledgling, it is because I know that my mother brought me into the world, kept me warm, fed me and loved me. But where is she, that mother? If I am abandoned, then who has abandoned me? I cannot hide myself from the fact that someone who loved me gave birth to me. Who is this someone? Again, God.

You can love a person dear to you with a human love, but an enemy can only be loved with divine love.

You can offend an honorable person and a honest woman, but to tell a thief is a thief is just her constatation d'un fait.

You can save a person who does not want to get lost, but if the whole nature is degraded to the point and perverted that own destruction seems to be her salvation, what is there to do?

You can't understand it; for you men, who are free and make your own choice, it's always clear whom you love. But a girl's in a position of suspense, with all a woman's or maiden's modesty, a girl who sees you men from afar, who takes everything on trust,? a girl may have, and often has, such a feeling that she cannot tell what to say.

You do not need to wonder: was not here. She knew the right of the flag, as if it is who Onboha so, he was here to be where you are.

You say: I am not free. But I have raised and lowered my arm. Everyone understands that this illogical answer is an irrefutable proof of freedom.

Yashvin, a gambler and a drunkard, a completely baseless unprincipled man without morals, the regiment was Vronsky's best friend. He liked him because of his physical constitution unlikely, mainly expressed in the fact that he could drink like a bottomless barrel and without sleep, without having the slightest remarked to him.

You see, if you take pains and learn in order to get a reward, the work will seem hard; but when you work... if you love your work, you will find your reward in that.

What energy! I thought. 'Man has conquered everything, and destroyed millions of plants, yet this one won't submit.

What's happened is that I'm waiting for visitors, and I is not waiting for guests, and nothing happened, but I ask you to go

When the examination was over, the doctor looked at his watch, and then Praskovya Fyodorovna informed Ivan Ilyich that it must of course be as he liked, but she had sent today for a celebrated doctor, and that he would examine him, and have a consultation with Mihail Danilovich (that was the name of his regular doctor). 'Don't oppose it now, please. This I'm doing entirely for my own sake,' she said ironically, meaning it to be understood that she was doing it all for his sake, and was only saying this to give him no right to refuse her request. He lay silent, knitting his brows. He felt that he was hemmed in by such a tangle of falsity that it was hard to disentangle anything from it. Everything she did for him was entirely for her own sake, and she told him she was doing for her own sake what she actually was doing for her own sake as something so incredible that he would take it as meaning the opposite.

Why nowadays there's a new fashion every day.

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First Name
Leo
Last Name
Tolstoy, aka Count Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy or Tolstoi
Birth Date
1828
Death Date
1910
Bio

Russian Essayist, Realistic Fiction Novelist and Playwright, best known for novels "War and Peace" and "Anna Karenina"