Book: Anna Karenina. Page 4

He saw the depth of her soul, always before open before him, were closed to him.

Anna said what came to her tongue, and she wondered, listening to yourself, your abilities lie. As a simple, natural were her words and how it seemed that she just wants to sleep! She felt tatou in the impenetrable armor of falsehood. She felt that some invisible force was helping her and supported her.

He apparently was willing to die rather than to admit that it is difficult.

You need physical movement and my character deteriorates strongly.

- Don't you know that you are my whole life; but peace I do not know and cannot give you. Himself, love... Yes. I can't think about you and yourself separately. You and I for me one. And I see the possibility of tranquility either for themselves or for you. I see the possibility of despair, misery... or I see the possibility of happiness, what happiness!.. Isn't it possible? he added some lips; but she heard.

When he saw all this, he found for an instant a doubt of the possibility of arranging the new life, he had dreamed of honey. All these traces of his life as if embraced him, and said to him: "No, you will not leave us and others will not, and will always be the same, what was with doubts, everlasting dissatisfaction with yourself, vain attempts to fix and falls, and everlasting expectation of a happiness which was not given and it is impossible to you."
But that was his stuff, another voice in his heart said that it is not necessary to submit to the past and to do that with him everything is possible.

He felt himself, and others didn't want to be. He wanted now only to be better than he was before.

Kitty looked at his face which was at such a close distance from her, and long afterwards, in a few years, this look full of love which she then looked at him and he didn't answer it, painful shame cut her heart.

All the variety, all the charm, all the beauty of life consists of shadow and light.

Awful that we - old, already with a past... not of love, but of sins... suddenly become close to being pure, innocent; it's disgusting, and therefore it is impossible not to feel unworthy.

- Maybe you didn't want me to see, - said Sergey Ivanovitch, but if I can be helpful?
Anyone I can't be this little unpleasant to see you, ' said Vronsky. - Excuse me. Pleasant life, I don't.

Wife care, with your not-wife is even worse.

You can like or dislike my way of life, but to me it is all the same: you have to respect me if you want me to know.

Not just saying it to myself these last days and only now that Vronsky for her one of the hundred always the same, everywhere encountered by young people.