Her maternal instinct told her Natasha had too much of something, and because of this she would not be happy

If it were not so frightening it would be amusing to observe the pride and complacency with which we, like children, take apart the watch, pull out the spring and make a toy of it, and are then surprised when the watch stops working.

Everything ends in death, everything. Death is terrible.

Her maternal instinct told her Natasha had too much of something, and because of this she would not be happy

The one who is happy, that's the one who is right.

And whatever people might say about the time having come when young people must arrange their future for themselves, she could not believe it any more than she could believe that loaded pistols could ever be the best toys for five-year-old children.

We call beauty that which supplies us with a particular pleasure.