Lev Tolstoy

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Lev Tolstoy,  The Blessing of Love

“ Now, having sensed this, it became to me both scary and, most importantly, strange to think of that terrible hateful life that most of us, born for love and for good, now live.
Who we are, what we are? Because we’re only insignificant, likely to disappear at any moment creatures, leaped out from obscurity for a moment into this wonderful, joyful life, with the sky, the Sun, forests, meadows, rivers, birds, animals, with the bliss of love for all – for family, for our own soul, for the kindness, and for all living beings.
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Lev Tolstoy,  Posthumous notes of hermit Fëdor Kuzmích

“ I remember that in my childish, five-year-old soul the questions, What is death? and, What is life which ends in death? then arose in their full significance – those chief questions which confront all mankind and to which the wise seek and find replies, and which the frivolous try to thrust aside and forget. I did what was natural for a child, especially in the world in which I lived: I put the question aside, forgot about death, lived as if it did not exist, and have lived till it has become terrible to me. ”
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Lev Tolstoy,  The Blessing of Love

“ We, these creatures, don’t find anything better rather than to give this short, uncertain moment of life, on the verge of being interrupted at any minute, - to disfigure it with ten-storied buildings, pavements, smoke, smog, to bury ourselves in these slums, descend under the Earth to extract the stones and iron to build railroads delivering worldwide unnecessary to anyone people and unnecessary products, and, most importantly, instead of leading a joyful life, life of love, - to hate, fear, harass, hassle, kill, lock, execute, to learn to kill, and to kill each other. ”
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