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| 2bbb8b5 | But his political sense kept up a persistent itch that said: A, Given ignorance in the mix, stupidity was at least as common in politics as astute maneuvering; B, Crisis always drew insects; and, C, Inevitably the party trying to resolve a matter had to contend with the party most willing to exploit it. | politics | C.J. Cherryh | |
| 8be8884 | The best order of things, as I see it, is the one that includes me; to hell with the most perfect of worlds, if I'm not part of it. | Denis Diderot | ||
| f0c08f8 | The supreme happiness of life consists in the conviction that one is loved; loved for one's own sake -- let us say rather, loved in spite of one's self. | Victor Hugo | ||
| c250f06 | Although this detail has no connection whatever with the real substance of what we are about to relate, it will not be superfluous, if merely for the sake of exactness in all points, to mention here the various rumors and remarks which had been in circulation about him from the very moment when he arrived in the diocese. True or false, that which is said of men often occupies as important a place in their lives, and above all in their desti.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| a1933f2 | The need of the immaterial is the most deeply rooted of all needs. One must have bread; but before bread, one must have the ideal. | ideal immaterial | Victor Hugo | |
| 8e98049 | She was sad with an obscure sadness of which she had not the secret herself. There was in her whole person the stupor of a life ended but never commenced. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 61bd20c | Humanity is identity. All men are the same clay. No difference, here below at least, in predestination. The same darkness before, the same flesh during, the same ashes after life. But ignorance, mixed with the human composition, blackens it. This incurable ignorance possesses the heart of man, and there becomes evil. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 05ddd23 | Teach the ignorant as much as you can; society is culpable in not providing instruction for all and it must answer for the night with it produces. If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness. (Bishop of D) | Victor Hugo | ||
| 41aa36e | Unable to rid myself of it, since I heard your song humming ever in my head, beheld your feet dancing always on my breviary, felt even at night, in my dreams, your form in contact wih my own, I desired to see you again, to touch you, to know who you were, to see whether I should really find you like the ideal image which I had retained of you, to shatter my dream, perchance with reality. At all events, I hoped that a new impression would ef.. | perdition | Victor Hugo | |
| 230d0f9 | There is a sacred horror about everything grand. It is easy to admire mediocrity and hills; but whatever is too lofty, a genius as well as a mountain, an assembly as well as a masterpiece, seen too near, is appalling. Every summit seems an exaggeration. Climbing wearies. The steepnesses take away one's breath; we slip on the slopes, we are hurt by the sharp points which are its beauty; the foaming torrents betray the precipices, clouds hide.. | prodigy | Victor Hugo | |
| 55ffe88 | Because things are not agreeable," said Jean Valjean, "that is no reason for being unjust towards God." | jean-valjean justice | Victor Hugo | |
| b13c2da | Dost thou understand? I love thee!" he cried again. "What love!" said the unhappy girl with a shudder. He resumed,--"The love of a damned soul." -- | Victor Hugo | ||
| 168b90d | It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, and vice the real murderer. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 1160f40 | This conflict between right and fact has endured since the origins of society. To bring the duel to an end, to consolidate the pure ideal with the human reality, to make the right peacefully interpenetrate the fact, and the fact the right, this is the work of the wise. | wise-men | Victor Hugo | |
| 2a5effd | Death belongs to God alone. By what right do men touch that unknown thing? | Victor Hugo | ||
| b70e988 | Phoebus de Chateaupers likewise came to a 'tragic end': he married. | marriage | Victor Hugo | |
| f5b012c | What is called honors and dignities, and even honor and dignity, is generally fool's gold. | Victor Hugo | ||
| 6c228d4 | wl z hmh bryt arzwmndm khh `shq shwy, w gr hsty, khsy hm bh tw `shq bwrzd, w gr yngwnh nyst, tnhy'yt khwth bshd, w ps z tnhy'yt, nfrt z khsy nyby . arzwmndm khh yngwnh pysh nyyd, m gr pysh amd, bdny chgwnh bh dwr z nmydy zndgy khny . bryt hmchnn arzw drm dwstny dshth bshy, z jmlh dwstn bd w npydr, brkhy ndwst, w brkhy dwstdr khh dstkhm ykhy dr mynshn bytrdyd mwrd `tmdt bshd.w chwn zndgy bdyn gwnh st, bryt arzwmndm khh dshmn ny.. | Victor Hugo | ||
| d4d39af | Anna had been preparing herself for this meeting, had thought what she would say to him, but she did not succeed in saying anything of it; his passion mastered her. She tried to calm him, to calm herself, but it was too late. His feeling infected her. Her lips trembled so that for a long while she could say nothing. | vronsky | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 5466d10 | In actuality, it was like the homes of all people who are not really rich but who want to look rich, and therefore end up looking like one another: it had damasks, ebony, plants, carpets, and bronzes, everything dark and gleaming--all the effects a certain class of people produce so as to look like people of a certain class. And his place looked so much like the others that it would never have been noticed, though it all seemed quite except.. | death furniture | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 319e73c | So he lived, not knowing and not seeing any chance of knowing what he was and for what purpose he had been placed in the word. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 09d0ac4 | Society in itself is no great harm, but unsatisfied social aspirations are a bad and ugly business. We must certainly accept, and we will. | leo-tolstoy quote story | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 401498b | Pierre's insanity consisted in the face that he did not wait, as before, for personal reasons, which he called people's merits, in order to love them, but love overflowed his heart, and loving people without reason, he discovered the unquestionable reasons for which it was worth loving them. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| b138460 | But Levin was in love, and so it seemed to him that Kitty was so perfect in every respect that she was a creature far above everything earthly; and that he was a creature so low and so earthly that it could not even be conceived that other people and she herself could regard him as worthy of her. | love | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 1bd128a | Chance created the situation; genius made use of it. | philosophy-of-life success | Leo Tolstoy | |
| febdd29 | There are no conditions to which a man may not become accustomed, particularly if he sees that they are accepted by those about him. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 769c015 | As often happens between men who have chosen different pursuits, each, while in argument justifying the other's activity, despised it in the depth of his heart. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 81a915e | If a man, before he passed from one stage to another, could know his future life in full detail, he would have nothing to live for. It is the same with the life of humanity. If it had a programme of the life which awaited it before entering a new stage, it would be the surest sign that it was not living, nor advancing, but simply rotating in the same place. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| bc91874 | But despite the fact that the doctors treated him, bled him, and gave him medicines to drink -- he recovered. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 10c9e94 | But she was not even grateful to him for it; nothing good on Pierre's part seemed to her to be an effort, it seemed so natural for him to be kind to everyone that there was no merit in his kindness. | love merit morality | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 428d87c | He felt himself, and did not want to be anyone else. All he wanted now was to be better than before. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 9afc8f8 | Love..." she repeated slowly, in a musing voice, and suddenly, while disentangling the lace, she added: "The reason I dislike this word because it means such a great deal to me, far more than you can understand." | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 8b3fb4a | To every administrator, in peaceful, unstormy times, it seems that the entire population entrusted to him moves only by his efforts, and in this consciousness of his necessity every administrator finds the chief rewards for his labors and efforts. It is understandable that, as long as the historical sea is calm, it must seem to the ruler-administrator in his frail little bark, resting his pole against the ship of the people and moving along.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| f5aa0f6 | It is often said that the invention of terrible weapons of destruction will put an end to war. That is an error. As the means of extermination are improved, the means of reducing men who hold the state conception of life to submission can be improved to correspond. They may slaughter them by thousands, by millions, they may tear them to pieces, still they will march to war like senseless cattle. Some will want beating to make them move, oth.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 3c3f967 | It's wrong, what you say, and I beg you, if you're a good man, to forget what you've said, as I forget it," she said at last. | snow vronsky | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 0e6e36a | People often think the question of non-resistance to evil by force is a theoretical one, which can be neglected. Yet this question is presented by life itself to all men, and calls for some answer from every thinking man. Ever since Christianity has been outwardly professed, this question is for men in their social life like the question which presents itself to a traveler when the road on which he has been journeying divides into two branc.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| f8d8060 | He had learned that, as there is no situation in the world in which a man can be happy and perfectly free, so there is no situation in which he can be perfectly unhappy and unfree. | happiness | Leo Tolstoy | |
| a2915e4 | There are many faiths, but the spirit is one -- in me, and in you, and in him. So that if everyone believes himself, all will be united; everyone be himself and all will be as one. | faith spirit | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 80454b4 | This child, with his naive outlook on life was the compass which showed them the degree of their departure from what they knew but did not want to know. | seryozha vronsky | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 3462709 | A man of the present day, whether he believes in the divinity of Christ or not, cannot fail to see that to assist in the capacity of tzar, minister, governor, or commissioner in taking from a poor family its last cow for taxes to be spent on cannons, or on the pay and pensions of idle officials, who live in luxury and are worse than useless; or in putting into prison some man we have ourselves corrupted, and throwing his family on the stree.. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 5997c69 | Here it is. Let's say you're married, you love your wife, but you're attracted by another woman.' 'Excuse me, but I absolutely cannot understand how after eating my fill here I could go past a bakery and steal a roll. | marriage | Leo Tolstoy | |
| 1e109a5 | What tormented Ivan Ilych most was the deception, the lie, which for some reason they all accepted, that he was not dying but was simply ill, and that he only need keep quiet and undergo a treatment and then something very good would result. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| dedcfed | There was no solution, but that universal solution which life gives to all questions, even the most complex and insoluble. That answer is: one must live in the needs of the day--that is, forget oneself. To forget himself in sleep was impossible now, at least till nighttime; he could not go back now to the music sung by the decanter-women; so he must forget himself in the dream of daily life. | Leo Tolstoy | ||
| 114a291 | I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it. But this separation of consciousness is recognized only after a failure of communication, and our first movement is to believe in an undivided being between us. | Maurice Merleau-Ponty |