Book: Anna Karenina. Page 10

Generally often perfectly moral woman, tired of the monotony moral life, from a distance she not only excused illicit love, but even envied it.

You will remember that I have forbidden you to utter the word "love" is a nasty word, I said Anne; but immediately she felt in one word: banned she was shown that recognized a right to it and thereby encouraged him to speak of love.

I always think men don't understand what is noble and ignoble, but always talking about it.

The effect produced by the speeches of the Princess, was always the same, and the secret of the effect produced by it was what she was saying though not quite by the way, but the simple things that make sense.

Anna smiled, and her smile was reflected by him. She wondered and he became serious. Some supernatural force drew kitty's eyes to Anna's face. She was lovely in her simple black dress, lovely were her full arms with the bracelets, lovely solid neck with a string of pearls, pretty curly hair frustrated hairstyles, pretty easy graceful movement of little arms and legs, this lovely beautiful face in his excitement; but there was something terrible and cruel in her charm.

Kitty had been seeing Anna every day, was in love with her and had pictured her invariably in lilac. But now, seeing her in black, she felt that she did not understand all its charms. She saw her now as someone quite new and surprising to themselves. Now she understood that Anna could not be in lilac, and that her charm consisted precisely in the fact that it had always been from your toilet, that the toilet never to be seen on it. And black dress with puffy lace was not seen on her; it was only the frame, and was visible only to her, simple, natural, graceful and together, cheerful and lively.

All the fault of that stupid smile.

If goodness has a cause, it is no longer goodness; if it has a consequence - a reward, it is also not good. So, welcome outside the chain of cause and effect.

How much of what seemed at the time perfectly and inaccessible, became negligible, and that was then, now forever unavailable.

My love is passionate and zabalueva, and it all goes out and goes out and that's why we split up, she continued to think. And that can't be helped. I have everything in this one, and I demand that it's all more and more was given to me. And he increasingly wants to get away from me. We were going to meet up and then irresistibly drifting in different directions. And to change it.

He was angry with everyone for their interference just because he felt in the soul that they, all these, were right.

In order to know love, one must make mistakes and then recover.

Himmlisch ist''s, wenn ich bezwungen
Maine irdische Begier;
Wenn's Aber noch nicht gelungen,
Hatt' ich auch recht hubsch Plaisir!
Great, if I overcame
His earthly passion;
But if it failed,
I experienced bliss! (it.)

He loved his newspaper, like a cigar after dinner, for the slight fog, which it produced in his head.