Are we not all flung into the world for no other purpose than to hate each other, and so to torture ourselves and one another? Leo Tolstoy More Quotes by Leo Tolstoy More Quotes From Leo Tolstoy Many families remain for years in the same place, though both husband and wife are sick of it, simply because there is neither complete division nor agreement between them. Leo Tolstoy husband agreement years The antagonism between life and conscience may be removed in two ways: by a change of life or by a change of conscience. Leo Tolstoy life-changing may two but that what was for him the greatest and most cruel injustice appeared to others a quite ordinary occurrence. Leo Tolstoy injustice ordinary When you understand that you will die to-morrow, if not to-day, and nothing will be left, then everything is so unimportant!... So one goes on living, amusing oneself with hunting, with work - anything so as not think of death Leo Tolstoy hunting goes-on thinking A good player who loses at chess is genuinely convinced hat he has lost because of a mistake, and he looks for this mistake in the beginning of his game, but forgets that there were also mistakes at ever step in the course of the game, that none of his moves was perfect. The mistake he pays attention to is conspicuous only because his opponent took advantage of it. Leo Tolstoy player mistake moving I wanted to run after him, but remembered that it is ridiculous to run after one's wife's lover in one's socks; and I did not wish to be ridiculous but terrible. Leo Tolstoy wife wish running Those whom God wishes to destroy he drives mad. Leo Tolstoy mad wish A man can spend several hours sitting cross-legged in the same position if he knows that noting prevents him from changing it; but if he knows that he has to sit with his legs crossed like that, he will get cramps, his legs will twitch and strain towards where he would like to stretch them. Leo Tolstoy legs sitting men There is one thing, and only one thing, in which it is granted to you to be free in life, all else being beyond your power: that is to recognize and profess the truth. Leo Tolstoy one-thing granted Pretence about anything sometimes deceives the wisest and shrewdest man, but, however cunningly it is hidden, a child of the meanest capacity feels it and is repelled by it. Leo Tolstoy sometimes men children The example of a syllogism that he had studied in Kiesewetter's logic: Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal, had throughout his whole life seemed to him right only in relation to Caius, but not to him at all. Leo Tolstoy logic example men She put both her hands on his shoulders and gazed at him long, with a deep look of ecstasy and yet searchingly. She scrutinized his face to make up for the time she had not seen him. She compared, as she did at every interview with him, the image her fancy painted of him (incomparably finer than, and impossible in actual existence) with his real self. Leo Tolstoy real self hands Her face was brilliant and glowing; but this glow was not one of brightness; it suggested the fearful glow of a conflagration in the midst of a dark night. Leo Tolstoy glowing dark night Then he thought himself unhappy, but happiness was all in the future; now he felt that the best happiness was already in the past. Leo Tolstoy felt unhappy past And the light by which she had read the book filled with troubles, falsehoods, sorrow, and evil, flared up more brightly than ever before, lighted up for her all that had been in darkness, flickered, began to grow dim, and was quenched forever. Leo Tolstoy light evil book I have nothing to make me miserable," she said, getting calmer; "but can you understand that everything has become hateful, loathsome, coarse to me, and I myself most of all? You can't imagine what loathsome thoughts I have about everything." "Why, whatever loathsome thoughts can you have?" asked Dolly, smiling. "The most utterly loathsome and coarse; I can't tell you. It's not unhappiness, or low spirits, but much worse. As though everything that was good in me was all hidden away, and nothing was left but the most loathsome. Leo Tolstoy hateful miserable spirit Power is a word the meaning of which we do not understand. Leo Tolstoy power That only shows you have no heart,’ she said. But her eyes said that she knew he had a heart, and that was why she was afraid of him Leo Tolstoy eye said heart And where love ends, hate begins Leo Tolstoy hate ends Violence produces only something resembling justice, but it distances people from the possibility of living justly, without violence. Leo Tolstoy distance war peace
