All the girls in the world were divided into two classes: one class included all the girls in the world except her, and they had all the usual human feelings and were very ordinary girls; while the other class -herself alone- had no weaknesses and was superior to all humanity.
Energy rests upon love; and come as it will, there's no forcing it.
He went down trying not to look long at her, as though she were the sun, but he saw her, as one sees the sun, without looking.
In Varenka, she realized that one has but to forget oneself and love others, and one will be calm, happy, and noble.
Rummaging in our souls, we often dig up something that ought to have lain there unnoticed.
Then he thought himself unhappy, but happiness was all in the future; now he felt that the best happiness was already in the past.
Without the support from religion--remember, we talked about it--no father, using only his own resources, would be able to bring up a child.
Davout looked up and gazed intently at him. For some seconds they looked at one another, and that look saved Pierre. Apart from conditions of war and law, that look established human relations between the two men. At that moment an immense number of things passed dimly through both their minds, and they realized that they were both children of humanity and were brothers.
How can one be well...when one suffers morally?
Kings are the slaves of history.
Pierre was one of those people who are strong only when they feel themselves perfectly pure.
The whole world is divided for me into two parts: one is she, and there is all happiness, hope, light; the other is where she is not, and there is dejection and darkness...
When a man sees a dying animal, horror comes over him: that which he himself is, his essence, is obviously being annihilated before his eyes--is ceasing to be. But when the dying one is a person, and a beloved person, then, besides a sense of horror at the annihilation of life, there is a feeling of severance and a spiritual wound which, like a physical wound, sometimes kills and sometimes heals, but always hurts and fears any external, irritating touch.
And not only the pride of intellect, but the stupidity of intellect. And, above all, the dishonesty, yes, the dishonesty of intellect. Yes, indeed, the dishonesty and trickery of intellect.
Enough or not...it will have to do
I ... having filled my life with the spiritual blessings Christianity gave me, brimful of these blessings and living by them, I, like a child, not understanding them, destroy them -- that is, I wish to destroy that by which I live.
Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?
She had no need to ask why he had come. She knew as certainly as if he had told her that he was here to be where she was.
Then we should find some artificial inoculation against love, as with smallpox.
A battle is won by him who is firmly resolved to win it.
Dumnezeu este doar unul s,i acelas,i pretutindeni.
How often we sin, how much we deceive, and all for what?... All will end in death, all!
Lay me down like a stone oh God, and raise me up like a new bread"."
Pierre was right when he said that one must believe in the possibility of happiness in order to be happy, and I now believe in it. Let the dead bury the dead, but while I'm alive, I must live and be happy.
There are such repulsive faces in the world.
When an apple has ripened and falls, why does it fall? Because of its attraction to the earth, because its stalk withers, because it is dried by the sun, because it grows heavier, because the wind shakes it, or because the boy standing below wants to eat it?
And so liberalism had become a habit of Stepan Arkadyevitch's, and he liked his newspaper, as he did his cigar after dinner, for the slight fog it diffused in his brain.
Every man, knowing to the smallest detail all the complexity of the conditions surrounding him, involuntarily assumes that the complexity of these conditions and the difficulty of comprehending them are only his personal, accidental peculiarity, and never thinks that others are surrounded by the same complexity as he is.
I always loved you, and if one loves anyone, one loves the whole person, just as they are and not as one would like them to be. -Dolly
It's hard to love a woman and do anything.
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