65 Quotes by Leo Tolstoy about Life



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    During this journey it was as if he again thought over his whole life and reached the same old comforting and hopeless conclusion: that there was no need for him to start anything, that he had to live out his life without doing evil, without anxiety, and without wishing for anything.

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    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.

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    Love hinders death. Love is life. All, everything that I understand. I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.

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    Тихая, уединенная жизнь в нашей деревенской глуши, с возможностью делать добро людям, которым так легко делать добро, к которому они не привыкли; потом труд, – труд, который, кажется, что приносит пользу; потом отдых, природа, книга, музыка, любовь к близкому человеку, – вот мое счастье, выше которого я не мечтал.

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    Con los ojos fijos en Napoleón pensaba en la insignificancia de la grandeza, en la insignificancia de la vida cuyo objeto nadie comprendía, en la insignificancia mayor aún de la muerte cuyo sentido permanecía oculto e impenetrable a los humanos

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    Cât de bine e să te simți vinovat, să fii umilit, să știi asta și să nu te amărăști. E cu putință. Și cât e de necesar. Cât de rău e să crezi ca ai dreptate, ca ești mai presus de alții și să te bucuri! E foarte rău, iar eu trec prin asta. E păgubitor pentru adevărata viață.

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    Yet that grief and this joy were alike outside all the ordinary conditions of life; they were loop-holes, 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 which reason lagged behind, unable to keep up with it.

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