Quotes From "The Kreutzer Sonata" By Leo Tolstoy

Loving the same man or woman all your life, why,...
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Loving the same man or woman all your life, why, that's like supposing the same candle could last you all your life Leo Tolstoy
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Este incredibil cât de completă este iluzia care ne face să credem că frumuseţea este în genere bunătate. Leo Tolstoy
It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty...
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It is amazing how complete is the delusion that beauty is goodness. Leo Tolstoy
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But when, as is most often the case, the husband and wife accept the external obligation to live together all their lives and have, by the second month, come to loathe the sight of each other, want to get divorced and yet go on living together, it usually ends in that terrible hell that drives them to drink, makes them shoot themselves, kill and poison each other Leo Tolstoy
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Music makes me forget myself, my true condition, it carries me off into another state of being, one that isn't my own: under the influence of music I have the illusion of feeling things I don't really feel, of understanding things I don't understand, being able to do things I'm not able to do (..) Can it really be allowable for anyone who feels like it to hypnotize another person, or many other persons, and then do what he likes with them? Particularly if the hypnotist is the first unscrupulous individual who happens to come along? . Leo Tolstoy
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What is music? What does it do to us? And why does it do to us what it does? People say that music has an uplifting effect on the soul: what rot! It isn’t true. It’s true that it has an effect, it has a terrible effect on me, at any rate, but it has nothing to do with any uplifting of the soul. Its effect on the soul is neither uplifting nor degrading – it merely irritates me. Leo Tolstoy
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Perhaps you think I'm losing the thread of my thought? Not a bit of it! I'm still telling you the story of how I murdered my wife, They asked me in court how I killed her, what I used to do it with. Imbeciles! They thought I killed her that day, the fifth of October, with a knife. It wasn't that day I killed her, it was much earlier. Exactly in the same way as they're killing their wives now, all of them.. . Leo Tolstoy