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Anna Karenina – Leo Tolstoy - II

More of my favorites from The ‘Specialist’ Novelist

How stupid these old ceremonies are, that no one believes in, and which only prevents people being comfortable.

In love there is no more or less.

Energy rests upon love; and come as it will, there’s no forcing it.

Talking to her was pleasant; still pleasanter was listening to her.

There are no conditions to which a man cannot become used, especially if he sees that all around him are living in the same way.

And he was still bearing it because there was nothing to be done but bear it.

Yet that grief and this joy were alike outside all the ordinary conditions of life; they were loopholes, as it were, in that ordinary life through which there came glimpses of something sublime.  And in the contemplation of this sublime something the soul was exalted to inconceivable heights of which it had before had no conception, while reason lagged behind, unable to keep up with it.

A man is in duty bound to live for himself, as every man of culture should live.

And where love ends, hate begins

In order to carry through any undertaking in family life, there must necessarily be either complete division between the husband and wife, or loving agreement. When the relations of a couple are vacillating and neither one thing nor the other, no sort of enterprise can be undertaken. 

The struggle for existence and hatred is one thing that holds men together.

Her connection with the child was still so close, that she could gauge by the flow of her milk his need of food, and knew for certain he was hungry.

Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy - I

Some lines from the novel, which I liked most and felt like sharing.  (At last, fulfilling the promise I made a year back)

Happy families are all alike.  Unhappy families are unhappy in its own ways!

The universal solution that life gives to all questions, even the most complex and insolvable – One must live in the needs of the day – that is, forget oneself.   

The aim of civilization – to make everything a source of enjoyment.

Women, they are the pivot that everything turns upon.

There are people who, on meeting a successful rival, no matter in what, are at once disposed to turn their backs on everything good in him, and to see only what is bad.  There are people, on the other hand, who desire above all to find in that lucky rival those qualities by which he has outstripped them, and seek with a throbbing ache at heart only what is good. 

Marriage – for some, it’s one of the numerous facts of social life; whereas for some it’s whole affairs of life.

In his feeling for her now, there was no element of mystery, and so her beauty, though it attracted him even more intensely than before, gave him a sense of injury.  

Any action, in the judgment of some people, will be monstrous, while in the judgment of others will be the simplest and most just thing to do.

Parents are now not expected to live at all, but to exist altogether for their children.  (Whether this statement holds good these days ??? I doubt it...)

Extremes are not good in anything.

More to come....

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