“He sought his former accustomed fear of death and did not find it. "Where is it? What
death?" There was no fear because there was no death.
In place of death there was light.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“I work, I want to do something, but I had forgotten it must all end; I had forgotten--death.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“There it is!' he thought with rapture. 'When I was already in despair, and when it seemed
there would be no end- there it is! She loves me. She's confessed it.”
                            
                             ―
                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Historians are like deaf people who go on answering questions that no one has asked
them.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“No, it's all the same to me," said Levin, unable to suppress a smile.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“ I didn’t know you were going. What are you coming for?" she said, letting fall the hand with
which she had grasped the doorpost. And irrepressible delight and eagerness shone in her
face.
"What am I coming for?" he repeated, looking straight into her eyes. "You know that I have
come to be where you are," he said, "I can’t help it.”
                            
                             ―
                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“He felt that in the depth of his soul something had been put in its place, settled down, and
laid to rest.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“No matter when, at whatever moment, if she were asked what she was thinking about she
could reply quite correctly - one thing, her happiness and her unhappiness.”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Higher and higher receded the sky, wider and wider spread the streak of dawn, whiter
grew the pallid silver of the dew, more lifeless the sickle of the moon...”
                            
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                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“At that instant he knew that all his doubts, even the impossibility of believing with his
reason, of which he was aware in himself, did not in the least hinder his turning to God. All of
that now floated out of his soul like dust. To whom was he to turn if not to Him in whose hands
he felt himself, his soul, and his love?
                            
                             ―
                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same
necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.”
                            
                             ―
                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“Ah, if everyone was as sensitive as you! There's no girl who hasn't gone through that. And
it's all so unimportant!”
                            
                             ―
                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“At one time,' Golenishchev continued, either not observing or not willing to observe that
both Anna and Vronsky wanted to speak, 'at one time a freethinker was a man who had been
brought up in the conception of religion, law, and morality, who reached freethought only after
conflict and difficulty. But now a new type of born freethinkers has appeared, who grow up
without so much as hearing that there used to be laws of morality, or religion, that authorities
existed. They grow up in ideas of negation in everything -- in other words, utter savages.”
                            
                             ―
                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“So you make a sacrifice!' he threw special emphasis on the last word. 'Well, so do I. What
could be better? We complete in generosity--what an example of family happiness!”
                            
                             ―
                                Leo Tolstoy
                            
                            
                            
                            
                            
             
                
                
                
            
         
                                
                            
                                
“With all my soul I longed to be in a position to join with the people in performing the rites of
their faith, but I could not do it. I felt that I would be lying to myself, mocking what was sacred
to me, if I were to go through with it.”
                            
                             ―
                                Leo Tolstoy