کتاب Anna Karenina

He knew only that he had told her the truth, that he had come where she was, that all the happiness of his life, the only meaning in life for him, now lay in seeing and hearing her.

if you don’t want to be bored, you mustn’t think you’re going to be bored. It’s just as you mustn’t be afraid of not being able to fall asleep, if you’re afraid of sleeplessness.

"Freedom! What is freedom for? Happiness is only in loving and wishing her wishes, thinking her thoughts, that is to say, not freedom at all—that’s happiness!"

if one loves anyone, one loves the whole person, just as they are and not as one would like them to be....

She was the smile that shed light on all round her.

‘How can it interest you so much?’ says a visitor. ‘Everything that interests him, interests me.’

She was more splendid than he had imagined her.

Levin knew she was listening to his words and that she was glad to listen to him. And this was the only thing that interested him. Not in that room only, but in the whole world, there existed for him only himself, with enormously increased importance and dignity in his own eyes, and she.

He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.

But what always struck him in her as something unlooked for, was the expression of her eyes, soft, serene, and truthful, and above all, her smile, which always transported Levin to an enchanted world, where he felt himself softened and tender, as he remembered himself in some days of his early childhood.

all the while he felt himself quite another man, utterly unlike what he had been before her smile and those words, "Good-bye till this evening."

He could not be mistaken. There were no other eyes like those in the world. There was only one creature in the world that could concentrate for him all the brightness and meaning of life.

"If you could forget and forgive what happened." He snatched the chalk with nervous, trembling fingers, and breaking it, wrote the initial letters of the following phrase, "I have nothing to forget and to forgive; I have never ceased to love you."

"Freedom! What is freedom for? Happiness is only in loving and wishing her wishes, thinking her thoughts, that is to say, not freedom at all—that’s happiness!"

"And do you know, there’s less charm in life, when one thinks of death, but there’s more peace."

"Love those that hate you, but to love those one hates is impossible.

So one goes on living, amusing oneself with hunting, with work—anything so as not to think of death!"

"Love those that hate you...."