You don't often get a proposal to do Tolstoy for a really interesting director - that's easy to say yes to.

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.

Cualquier acto de un loco, de un borracho o de un hombre excitado se presenta, ante los ojos de quien conoce el estado de ánimo del autor del hecho, como menos libre y más sujeto a las leyes de la necesidad, y más libre y menos sometido a la necesidad a juicio de quien no lo conoce.

Yaşam tarzım, sizin hoşunuza gidebilir ya da gitmeyebilir, ama benim için hiç fark etmez, beni tanımak istiyorsanız saygı göstermek zorundasınız" anlamı taşıyan soğuk ve mağrur bir tavır takınmıştı.

If I were forced to compare Tolstoy with Dickens, I should say that Tolstoy’s appeal will probably be wider in the long run, because Dickens is scarcely intelligible outside the English-speaking culture; on the other hand, Dickens is able to reach simple people, which Tolstoy is not. Tolstoy's characters can cross a frontier, Dickens's can be portrayed on a cigarette-card. But one is no more obliged to choose between them than between a sausage and a rose.

You’re trying to help them… that’s a good thing. But you can’t always count on seeing their gratitude,” he said wanting to comfort her before he added a grain of salt. “You know what Tolstoy said… if you are unhappy with your life, you can change it in two ways… either improve the conditions you live in or improve your inner spiritual state. The first isn’t always possible but the second is… In the end, Alex, people need to go directly to the source of Grace for themselves.

...Tolstoy's characters seem to come forward to meet you, very conscious of the impression they are making on one another and on the reader.

…the role of the disappointed lover of a maiden or of any single woman might be ridiculous; but the role of a man who was pursuing a married woman, and who made it the purpose of his life at all cost to draw her into adultery, was one which had in it something beautiful and dignified and could never be ridiculous….

Levin tried to drink a little coffee, and put a piece of roll into his mouth, but his mouth could do nothing with it. He took the piece out of his mouth, put on his overcoat and went out to walk about again.

Anna Mikhaylovna was already embracing her and weeping. The countess wept too. They wept because they were friends, and because they were kindhearted, and because they - friends from childhood - had to think about such a base thing as money, and because their youth was over.... But those tears were pleasant to them both.