“Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“Another's wife is a white swan, and ours is bitter wormwood.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“The goal of the artist is not to solve a question irrefutably, but to force people to love life in all its countless, inexhaustible manifestations.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“The feelings resembled memories; but memories of what? Apparently one can remember things that have never happened.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness. A handsome woman talks nonsense, you listen and hear not nonsense but cleverness. She says and does horrid things, and you see only charm. And if a handsome woman does not say stupid or horrid things, you at once persuade yourself that she is wonderfully clever and moral.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“Whatever we may say about the soul going to the sky... we know there is no sky but only an atmosphere.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“Boredom is desire seeking desire.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“she smiled at him, and at her own fears.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered , with difficulty recognizing the beauty for which he picked and ruined it.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“They had to return to the one sure and never-failing resource- slander.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“Now that Vronsky had deceived her, she was prepared to love Levin and to hate Vronsky.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“It was necessary that millions of men in whose hands lay the real power -- the soldiers who fired, or transported provisions and guns -- should consent to carry out the will of these weak individuals...”

― Leo Tolstoy

“There is no greatness where there is not simplicity, goodness, and truth.”

― Leo Tolstoy

“Anna Arkadyevna read and understood, but it was distasteful to her to read, that is, to follow the reflection of other people’s lives. She had too great a desire to live herself. If she read that the heroine of the novel was nursing a sick man, she longed to move with noiseless steps about the room of a sick man; if she read of a member of Parliament making a speech, she longed to be delivering the speech; if she read of how Lady Mary had ridden after the hounds, and had provoked her sister-in-law, and had surprised everyone by her boldness, she too wished to be doing the same. But there was no chance of doing anything; and twisting the smooth paper knife in her little hands, she forced herself to read.”

― Leo Tolstoy


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