Arkadyevitch Quotes

#1. You wait a bit, wait a bit," said Stepan Arkadyevitch, smiling and touching his hand. "I've told you what I know, and I repeat that in this delicate and tender matter, as far as one can conjecture, I believe the chances are in your favor.

Leo Tolstoy

#2. The liberal party said that marriage is an institution quite out of date, and that it needs reconstruction; and family life certainly afforded Stepan Arkadyevitch little gratification, and forced him into lying and hypocrisy, which was so repulsive to his nature.

Leo Tolstoy

#3. No one knew better than Stepan Arkadyevitch how to hit on the exact line between freedom, simplicity, and official stiffness necessary for the agreeable conduct of business.

Leo Tolstoy

#4. Three days after the quarrel, Prince Stepan Arkadyevitch Oblonsky - Stiva, as he was called in the fashionable world - woke up at his usual hour, that is, at eight o'clock in the morning, not in his wife's bedroom, but on the leather-covered sofa in his study.

Leo Tolstoy

#5. Stepan Arkadyevitch had not chosen his political opinions or his views; these political opinions and views had come to him of themselves, just as he did not choose the shapes of his hat and coat, but simply took those that were being worn.

Leo Tolstoy

#6. In spite of Stepan Arkadyevitch's efforts to be an attentive father and husband, he never could keep in his mind that he had a wife and children.

Leo Tolstoy

#7. And so liberalism had become a habit of Stepan Arkadyevitch's, and he liked his newspaper, as he did his cigar after dinner, for the slight fog it diffused in his brain.

Leo Tolstoy

#8. Stepan Arkadyevitch felt exactly the difference that Pyotr Oblonsky described. In Moscow he degenerated so much that if he had had to be there for long together, he might in good earnest have come to considering his salvation; in Petersburg he felt himself a man of the world again.

Leo Tolstoy

#9. Stepan Arkadyevitch, who liked a joke, was fond of puzzling a plain man by saying that if he prided himself on his origin, he ought not to stop at Rurik and disown the first founder of his family
the monkey.

Leo Tolstoy

#10. It was in the hands of two ministers, one lady, and two Jews, and all these people, though the way had been paved already with them, Stepan Arkadyevitch had to see in Petersburg.

Leo Tolstoy

#11. Confidence is something you're born with. I know I had loads of it even at the age of 15.

Hedy Lamarr

#12. Jazz is like wine. When it is new, it is only for the experts, but when it gets older, everybody wants it.

Steve Lacy

#13. More and more, paddling the Yellowstone feels like that bedside visit, like we are attending to a friend in dire straits, a friend whom we have seen in the full bloom of health, but with whom, now, there is little to say and only our companionship to offer.

Alan S. Kesselheim

#14. ... we can not love or think except in fragments of time each of which goes along its own trajectory and immediately disappears.

Italo Calvino

#15. For some reason we feel we should be perfect, and forget that we learn through our mistakes. Our need to be perfect and our need to control the outcome of events work together to keep us petrified when we think about making a change or attempting a new challenge.

Susan Jeffers

#16. He that is already corrupt is naturally suspicious, and he that becomes suspicious will quickly become corrupt.

Samuel Johnson

#17. Not having your man card for so long has clearly turned your brain to mush. ~Justin

Reese Monroe

#18. That's true, you don't want to let anybody down and here are millions of people who've been waiting for their favorite characters to be brought to life and you don't want to disappoint.

Rebecca Romijn

#19. Education is a process of unlearning and learning.

Debasish Mridha

#20. The art of teaching is tolerance. Humbleness is the art of learning.

B.K.S. Iyengar

#21. A team effort is a lot of people doing what I say

Michael Winner

#22. The fields are black and ploughed, and they lie like a great fan before us, with their furrows gathered in some hand beyond the sky, spreading forth from that hand, opening wide apart as they come toward us, like black pleats that sparkle with thin, green spangles.

Ayn Rand