I think the motive force of all our action is, after all, personal happiness.
Hay ... tantas clases de amor como corazones
But perhaps it is always so, that men form their conceptions from fictitious, conventional types, and then—all the combinations made—they are tired of the fictitious figures and begin to invent more natural, true figures.
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 reache...
The two girls used to meet several times a day, and every time they met, Kitty's eyes said: "Who are you? What are you? Are you really the exquisite creature I imagine you to be? But for goodness' sake don't suppose," her eyes added, "that I would fo...
A man could not be prevented from making himself a big wax doll, and kissing it. But if the man were to come with the doll and sit before a man in love, and begin caressing his doll as the lover caressed the woman he loved, it would be distasteful to...
Be bad, but at least don't be a liar, a deceiver!
All the diversity, all the charm, and all the beauty of life are made up of light and shade.
Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?
But every acquisition that is disproportionate to the labor spent on it is dishonest.
I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.
Without the support from religion--remember, we talked about it--no father, using only his own resources, would be able to bring up a child.
He was nine years old; he was a child; he he knew his own soul, it was precious to him, he guarded it as the eyelid guards the eye, and without the key of love he let no one into his soul.
Hypocrisy in anything whatever may deceive the cleverest and most penetrating man, but the least wide-awake of children recognizes it, and is revolted by it, however ingeniously it may be disguised.
But that's the whole aim of civilization: to make everything a source of enjoyment.
But the older he grew and the more intimately he came to know his brother, the oftener the thought occurred to him that the power of working for the general welfare – a power of which he felt himself entirely destitute – was not a virtue but rath...
He felt that he was himself and did not wish to be anyone else. He only wished now to be better than he had been formerly
Perhaps it's because I appreciate all I have so much that I don't worry about what I haven't got.
