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We live in such isolation, and here I am again with my silent friend, my diary.

— Sophia Tolstaya

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If I could kill him and create a new person exactly the same as he is now, I would do so happily.

My jealousy is a congenital illness, or maybe in loving him I have nothing else to love.

Everyone wants love, but there are so few who can give it. Or else you offer it passionately, selflessly, and it's rejected, your love is not wanted, it's a burden.

It is always the way, the richer the imagination the poorer the life. One can imagine anything – thousands of different worlds – yet one has to live in one's own little circle.

Lev Nikolaevich has described our wedding beautifully in his account of Levin and Kitty's wedding in his novel Anna Karenina. Not only did he paint a brilliantly imaginative picture of the ceremony, he also described the whole psychological process taking place in Levin's mind.

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