Leo Tolstoi: Zitate auf Englisch (seite 11)

“When one's head is gone one doesn't weep over one's hair!”

“Government is an association of men who do violence to the rest of us.”

“One can live magnificently in this world if one knows how to work and how to love.”

“There are as many kinds of love, as there are hearts”

“The pleasure lies not in discovering truth, but in searching for it.”

“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”

“If goodness has causes, it is not goodness; if it has effects, a reward, it is not goodness either. So goodness is outside the chain of cause and effect.”

“One can no more approach people without love than one can approach bees without care. Such is the quality of bees…”

“A battle is won by him who is firmly resolved to win it.”

“I don't allow myself to doubt myself even for a moment.”

“If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.”

“the same question arose in every soul: "For what, for whom, must I kill and be killed?"… p982”

“In all human sorrow nothing gives comfort but love and faith, and that in the sight of Christ's compassion for us no sorrow is trifling.”

“For if we allow that human life is always guided by reason, we destroy the premise that life is possible at all.”

“Ah, if everyone was as sensitive as you! There's no girl who hasn't gone through that. And it's all so unimportant!”

“I don't want to prove anything; I merely want to live, to do no one harm but myself. I have the right to do that, haven't I?”

“There was no answer, except the general answer life gives to all the most complex and insoluble questions. That answer is: one must live for the needs of the day, in other words, become oblivious. To become oblivious in dreams was impossible now, at least till night-time; it was impossible to return to that music sung by carafe-women; and so one had to become oblivious in the dreams of life.”

“Then we should find some artificial inoculation against love, as with smallpox.”

“God forgive me everything!’ she said, feeling the impossibility of struggling…”