History would be a wonderful thing – if it were only true.

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Leon Tolstoi

Leon Tolstoi

Profession: Author
Nationality: Russian


History would be a wonderful thing – if it were only true. Leon Tolstoi

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He always felt himself dependent on Chief Master who sent him into this life, he knew that when dying he would still be in that Master's power and would not be ill-used to and accustomed to.

His mother, a dried-up old lady with black eyes and ringlets, screwed up her eyes, scanning her son, and smiled slightly with her thin lips. Getting up from the seat and handing her maid a bag, she gave her little wrinkled hand to her son to kiss, and lifting his head from her hand, kissed him on the cheek.

Ah, don't grieve, little falcon,' he said with that tenderly melodious gentleness with which old Russian women speak. ‘Don't grieve, little friend: you suffer an hour, you live an age! So it is, my dear. And we live here, thank God, with no offense. There's bad people, and there's good.

But if you are alive—live: tomorrow you'll die as I might have died an hour ago. And is it worth tormenting oneself, when one has only a moment of life in comparison with eternity?

No matter how old or how sick you are, how much or little you have done, your business in life not only isn't finished, but hasn't yet received its final, decisive meaning until your very last breath.

Three days after the quarrel, Prince Stepan Arkadyevitch Oblonsky—Stiva, as he was called in the fashionable world— woke up at his usual hour, that is, at eight o'clock in the morning, not in his wife's bedroom, but on the leather-covered sofa in his study.

A man in motion always devises an aim for that motion. To be able to go a thousand miles he must imagine that something good awaits him at the end of those thousand miles. One must have the prospect of a promised land to have the strength to move.

Deliberately she shrouded the light in her eyes, but it shone against her will in the faintly perceptible smile.

This history of culture will explain to us the motives, the conditions of life, and the thought of the writer or reformer.

In order to undertake anything in family life, it is necessary that there be either complete discord between the spouses or loving harmony.

We are forced to fall back on fatalism as an explanation of irrational events (that is to say, events the reasonableness of which we do not understand).