He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered, with difficulty recognizing in it the beauty for which he picked and ruined it. And in spite of this he felt that then, when his love was stronger, he could, if he had greatly wished it, have torn that love out of his heart; but now when as at that moment it seemed to him he felt no love for her, he knew that what bound him to her could not be broken.

Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand." - Anna Karenina {Anna Karenina}

Everything ends in death, everything. Death is terrible.

The truth is obtained like gold, not by letting it grow bigger, but by washing off from it everything that isn't gold

The subject of history is the life of peoples and mankind.

One must be cunning and wicked in this world.

I don't want to prove anything; I merely want to live, to do no one harm but myself. I have the right to do that, haven't I?