Music makes me forget myself, my true condition, it carries me off into another state of being, one that isn't my own — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
Music is the shorthand of emotion. Emotions, which let themselves be described in words with such difficulty, are directly conveyed to man… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“Music makes me forget my real situation. It transports me into a state which is not my own. Under the influence of… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
Under the influence of music, it seems that I feel what I do not really feel, that I understand what I do… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“Natasha, with a vigorous turn from her heel on to her toe, walked over to the middle of the room and stood… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“Music makes me forget my real situation. It transports me into a state which is not my own. Under the influence of… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
Music makes me forget myself, my true condition, it carries me off into another state of being, one that isn't my own:… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“music transports me immediately into the condition of soul in which he who wrote the music found himself at that time. I… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“After dinner Natasha went to the clavichord, at Prince Andrey's request, and began singing. Prince Andrey stood at the window, talking to… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“Music makes me forget myself, my real position; it transports me to some other position not my own. Under the influence of… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
These joys were so trifling as to be as imperceptible as grains of gold among the sand, and in moments of depression she saw… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
The only significance of life consists in helping to establish the kingdom of God. — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“I already love in you your beauty, but I am only beginning to love in you that which is eternal and ever precious –… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“If you only knew what those society women are, and women in general! My father is right. Selfish, vain, stupid, trivial in everything—that's what… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
To evoke in oneself a feeling one has once experienced, and having evoked it in oneself, then by means of movements, lines, colors, sounds,… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
Once we're thrown off our habitual paths, we think all is lost, but it's only here that the new and the good begins. — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“He knew she was there by the rapture and the terror that seized on his heart. She was standing talking to a lady at… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
“He was not to blame for being born with an irrepressible charachter and a mind some how constrained.” — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
I ask one thing only: I ask for the right to hope, to suffer as I do. But if even that cannot be, command… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
