“... for nightinggales - we know - can’t live on fairytales.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Darkness had fallen upon everything for him; but just because of this darkness he felt that
the one guiding clue in the darkness was his work, and he clutched it and clung to it with all his
strength.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“He spoke with such self-confidence that his hearers could not be sure whether what he
said was very witty or very stupid.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“But it seems to me that a man cannot and ought not to say that he loves, he said. Why
not? I asked. Because it will always be a lie. As though it were a strange sort of discovery that
someone is in love! Just as if, as soon as he said that, something went snap-bang - he loves.
Just as if, when he utters that word, something extraordinary is bound to happen, with signs
and portents, and all the cannons firing at once. It seems to me, he went on, that people who
solemnly utter those words, 'I love you,' either deceive themselves, or what's still worse,
deceive others.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“A writer is dear and necessary for us only in the measure of which he reveals to us the
inner workings of his very soul.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life is made up of light and shadow.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“It can't be that life is so senseless and horrible. But if it really has been so horrible and
senseless, why must I die and die in agony? There is something wrong!”
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Leo Tolstoy
“I don't think badly of people. I like everybody, and I'm sorry for everybody.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“They ought to find out how to vaccinate for love, like smallpox.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Pierre's insanity consisted in the fact that he did not wait, as before, for personal reasons,
which he called people's merits, in order to love them, but love overflowed his heart, and,
loving people without reason, he discovered the unquestionable reasons for which it was
worth loving them”
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Leo Tolstoy
“All great literature is one of two stories; a man goes on a journey or a stranger comes to
town.”
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Leo Tolstoy
“Is it really possible to tell someone else what one feels?”
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Leo Tolstoy
“We do not love people so much for the good they have done us, as for the good we do
them”
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Leo Tolstoy
