Leo Tolstoy Quotes About Dying

Quotes about: Dying

• When a man sees a dying animal, horror comes over him: that which he himself is, his essence, is obviously being annihilated before his eyes--is ceasing to be. But when the dying one is a person, and a beloved person, then, besides a sense of horror at the annihilation of life, there is a feeling of severance and a spiritual wound which, like a physical wound, sometimes kills and sometimes heals, but always hurts and fears any external, irritating touch.

  Leo Tolstoy

  Spiritual, Hurt, Eye

  Leo Tolstoy (2011). “War and Peace (Vintage Classic Russians Series)”, p.1075, Random House

• But the peasants - how do the peasants die?

  Leo Tolstoy

  Funny, Death, Dying

• The possibility of killing one's self is a safety valve. Having it, man has no right to say life is unbearable.

  Leo Tolstoy

  Death, Men, Self

• Ivan Ilych saw that he was dying, and he was in continual despair. In the depth of his heart he knew he was dying, but not only was he not accustomed to the thought, he simply did not and could not grasp it. The syllogism he had learnt from Kiesewetter's Logic: "Caius is a man, men are mortal, therefore Caius is mortal," had always seemed to him correct as applied to Caius, but certainly not as applied to himself. That Caius - man in the abstract - was mortal, was perfectly correct, but he was not Caius, not an abstract man, but a creature quite, quite separate from all others.

  Leo Tolstoy

  Heart, Men, Dying

  Leo Tolstoy (2010). “The Death of Ivan Ilych: English-Russian Parallel Text Edition”, p.70, Lulu.com

• Loving with human love, one may pass from love to hatred; but divine love cannot change. Nothing, not even death, can shatter it. It is all the very nature of the soul. Love is life. All, all that I understand, I understand only because of love. All is bound up in love alone. Love is God and dying means for me a particle of love, to go back to the universal and eternal source of love.

  Leo Tolstoy

  Love, Mean, Hatred

• Several times I asked myself, "Can it be that I have overlooked something, that there is something which I have failed to understand? Is it not possible that this state of despair is common to everyone?" And I searched for an answer to my questions in every area of knowledge acquired by man. For a long time I carried on my painstaking search; I did not search casually, out of mere curiosity, but painfully, persistently, day and night, like a dying man seeking salvation. I found nothing.

  Leo Tolstoy

  Night, Men, Long

  "Confession". Book by Leo Tolstoy. Part 1, Chapter 5, 1882.

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