To Play The Role Of A Loving Person

Bored, depressed by the terror of a duel, Van Konet, hypocriting carefully and gently, began to play the role of a loving person – one of the most difficult roles, if the heart of the player is not touched by at least sympathy. If it laughs, and love of the girl is reckless, the success of the game is provided – no hesitation either in words or in positions: be calm, suspiciously plain-tempered, even morose and lethargic – a woman’s heart will find an explanation for everything, justify all and accept the blame for herself.

Alexander Green

Where Is The Name For You?

Where is the name for you? The mortal art expresses your charm not much! Lyra is not for you! What songs? Incorrect aftersounds of late rumors about you! If the heart could be heard by it, every sense would be a hymn to you! The beauty of your life, this pure holy image I keep in the heart like a mystery. I can only love; to say, how deep are you loved, – maybe can only eternity alone!

Vasily Zhukovsky

Someone Has Visited My Soul In That Hour

He did not know what held her for, he did not give himself the report, why he longed so irresistibly to kiss her, kiss her all over, but he kissed her weeping, sobbing and watering with his tears, and vowed passionately to love her, to love her for ever and ever. “Water the earth with tears of your joy and love those tears …” – echoed in his soul. What was he crying about? Oh, he was crying in his rapture even about those stars that shine to him out of the abyss, and “was not ashamed of ecstasy.” As if the threads from all those innumerable worlds of God came together at once in his heart, and she was trembling, “contacting with other worlds.” He longed to forgive everyone and everything and ask for forgiveness, oh! not himself, but for everyone, for everything and for all, and “for me others ask” – echoed again in his soul. But every moment he felt clear and tangibly as it were, as something solid and unshakable as that vault of heaven had entered into his soul. Some-like-idea seized the sovereignty of his mind – and have done it for life and for all eternity. He fell to the earth as a weak boy, and stood firm fighter for a lifetime and he knew and felt it suddenly, at that very moment his delight. And never could Alyosha forget in his whole life and then that moment. “Someone has visited my soul in that hour,” – he said then with a firm belief in their own words …

Fedor Dostoevsky

Life As It Is Means For Them More Than Work

My mind is constantly being cleaned. I’m starting to see that people go to work not for lofty goals, – they raise their children, fish, love, quarrel; life as it is means for them more than work. The development of microelectronics excites nobody in particular. I, with my ideology, look as an outsider here. I was intoxicated by destiny, by my machines, and yet nothing shall remain of them, progress will devour everything. What we have done will be the day before yesterday lunch. And I have sacrificed everything … I recently dreamed about Ann, and I saw something with which we began: seductive scar on her cheek, the trace of our total construction fever on Itaka … I do not know whether we will be able to live that long … No matter how much thought, I came up with only one: progress – is to increase the duration of human life. But everything else – advances of technics, science, politics – it is difficult to understand whether they are better for a human or worse.

Daniil Granin

Learn To Cherish The Present Moment

Our life is divided into two periods: the first is held in the future and the second in the past. Until some years, in the expectations of his pride, a man is looking forward to the idea: “There, there fate awaits me, worthy of my heart!” The losses are of a little upset to him; the future seems to him a myriad of treasuries prepared for his pleasures. But when the fever of youth is gone, when a hundred times wounded self-love will inevitably learn humility; when hundred times disappointed by expectation we finally cease to believe it; Then, with annoyance leaving the future, we return eyes to the past and want to replace by some good memories the lost happiness of flattering expectations, saying our consolation: yes, we also have been in Arcadia! Then, and only at that time we only learn to cherish the present moment…

Nicolai Karamzin

The Path Of Ascent

All of these ways: satanic, animal, human and angelic – lead to death. They lead to the death of love, anyway, and sometimes to the death of the individuality in person. In all these ways a person in a state of passive love, he does not take love into conscious will, does not perform “deeds” of love, and love let to itself, disappears like a mirage. Eros flies away. The winged god, always carrying “breath of unearthly joy,” equally flies away either from a happy father of a family, or away from passionate sensualist, or away from weak-willed young man, falling straight from his divine embrace into the arms of death. But if so, where, what is, by what is determined the path of true love? – By the fifth, the last, willed way of love – already not only human, but a divine-human, i. e. the path of ascent.

Zinaida Gippius

The Flourishing Of Human Life

Adolescence and early youth is the flourishing of human life: at dawn a human must create spiritual fortitude for a wise and courageous human love. Yes, he is to create his own strength, the strength of his soul for love, that he wants to carry through all life, to save it from storms and hard times and to convey it till the death.

Vyacheslav Suhotinsky

The Desire To Improve In Love

Thus, education, unconscious suggestion, is the most important. For the purpose, so it was good and moral, it is needed, terrible to say, that all life of the educator was good. What is called the good life? – They ask. The degrees of goodness are infinitely many, but exists one common and important feature of the good life: it is the desire to improve in love. Here is the thing; if it exists in educators and if it will be caught by the children, the education would be not bad. 

Leo Tolstoy

Love Of The Spectator

Love of the spectator bears some cruelty. I remember how I had to play seriously ill, because the spectators required playing me particularly. When the cashier said: “She’s sick,” the audience responded: “And we have no business. We want to see her. And paid money to see her. ” And they wrote me bold notes: “This is an outrage! What is it you decided to be ill, when we want to see you so desperately? ” My God, I tell the real truth. And one day after the show, when I was forced to play “at the request of the public” being very sick, I hated once and for all my so-called “glory.”

Faina Ranevskaya

You Have Given Your Soul To Your Mind

Having given nothing, how much have you had taken from life! To this you object with scorn … And it sounds – like what? Like your inability to feel sorry for people. You have been asked for “spiritual bread”, and you offer the “stone of denial”! You have robbed the soul of life, and if great feats of love and suffering are not in it – that you’re to blame, for the servants of the mind, you have given your soul to its power, and that she has grown cold and dying, sick and impoverished! But life is still as grim, and her torture, her grief, require heroes … Where are they?

Maksim Gorky

When People Love Crime

There are moments when people love crime – said Alyosha thoughtfully. – Yes. Yes! You told my thoughts, – they love, all love and have always loved, and not something like “moments.” You know, all people seems once agreed to lie and everyone is lying since. Everyone says they hate evil, but above all they love him.

Fedor Dostoevsky