#tolstoy quotes

[shisasan]

26 September, 1880 Leo Tolstoy in his letter to Nikolai Strakhov

[metamorphesque]

"War and Peace", Leo Tolstoy (translated by Constance Garnett)

[unleashed-imagination]

Rest, nature, books, music - such is my idea of happiness.

— Leo Tolstoy

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[resqectable]

It's much better to do good in a way that no one knows anything about it.

Leo Tolstoy

[thoughtkick]

What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.

Leo Tolstoy

[amicus-noctis]

“…Many things interested her, and nothing satisfied her entirely.” ― Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons

[odraziduse]

He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.

Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

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[shisasan]

26 September, 1880 Leo Tolstoy in his letter to Nikolai Strakhov

[metamorphesque]

"War and Peace", Leo Tolstoy (translated by Constance Garnett)

[ilovehowyoufeel]

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Prompt: The First Lines

Choose one of the first lines of these literary works and either create a new poem/story, or continue rewriting the story...

Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. —Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (1873)

If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born, and what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth. —J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (1951)

In my younger and more vulnerable years, my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over in my mind ever since. —F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925)

It was a bright cold day in April, and the clocks were striking thirteen. —George Orwell, Nineteen Eighty-Four (1949)

It was a pleasure to burn. —Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953)

It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they [electrocuted the Rosenbergs], and I didn’t know what I was doing in New York. —Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1963)

I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless [Detroit day of January 1960]; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near [Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974.] —Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (2002)

Mama died today. Or yesterday maybe, I don’t know. —Albert Camus, The Stranger (1942)

Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, [Colonel Aureliano Buendía] was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. —Gabriel García Márquez, 100 Years of Solitude (1967)

"Where's Papa going with that ax?" —E. B. White, Charlotte's Web (1952)

If this writing prompt inspires you in any way, please tag me, or send me a link. I would love to read your work!

More: The Last Lines (pt. 1) ⚜ (pt. 2) More: Writing Prompts

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It's much better to do good in a way that no one knows anything about it.

Leo Tolstoy

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What a strange illusion it is to suppose that beauty is goodness.

Leo Tolstoy