Quotes from Leonid Andreyev

When a woman weeps, it is a man's shame.

Who strikes man with love -- God or the Devil?

When a man has the rope about his neck, you don't ask him about his health!

Thus will we deal with life, my little help-meet. Will we not, eh? What though it blink at us like an owl that is blinded by the sun, we will yet force it to smile.

The truth of life stands aghast in silence, and its brazen falsehood is loudly shouting, uttering pressing, painful questions: "With whom shall I sympathize? Whom shall I trust? Whom shall I love?

But the rope is still more horrible when it forms the noose around the necks of weak and ignorant people.

It would not go away because it was my thought. It is not death that is terrible, but the knowledge of it: it would be utterly impossible to live if a man could know exactly and definitely the day and hour of his death.

But in the dark everything was unnatural; the silence and the darkness were in themselves something like death.

under the most painful conditions, where it would seem that there remains no room for hope or life—a human being, a being of the highest order, possessing a mind and a will, finds both hope and life.

Death was something inevitable and even unimportant, of which it was not worth while to think; but for a man in prison, before his execution, to be left without tobacco—that was altogether unbearable.

She was thinking of many things, for to her the thread of life was not broken by Death, but kept winding along calmly and evenly.

Perhaps her mind simply did not want to stop at one thought—just as a bird that soars with ease, which sees endless horizons, and to which all space, all the depth, all the joy of the soft and caressing azure are accessible.

The fear of death came over him gradually. It was as if somebody were striking his heart a powerful blow with the fist from below.

I am not afraid of this devil!" he thought of Death. "I simply feel sorry for my life. It is a splendid thing, no matter what the pessimists say about it. What if they were to hang a pessimist? Ah, I feel sorry for life, very sorry!

To-morrow, with the rise of the sun, this human face would be distorted with an inhuman grimace, her brain would be covered with thick blood, and her eyes would bulge from their sockets and look glassy,—but now she slept quietly and smiled in her great immortality.

The curtain which through eternity has hidden the mystery of life and the mystery of death was pushed aside by a sacrilegious hand, and the mysteries ceased to be mysteries—yet they remained incomprehensible, like the Truth written in a foreign tongue.

Thus would it be with a man if, while remaining within the bounds of human reason, experience and feelings, he were suddenly to see God Himself. He would see Him but would not understand, even though he knew that it was God, and he would tremble with inconceivable sufferings of incomprehension.

But for a long time, altogether unnoticed by his comrades, there had ripened in his soul a dark contempt for mankind; contempt mingled with despair and painful, almost deadly fatigue.

The banks of life cannot hold my love, which is as broad as the sea.

El amor ansía ser correspondido; buscan las lágrimas lágrimas que les respondan. Y cuando el alma de un gran pueblo sufre, su vida entera acusa el dolor; tiembla toda alma viva y los de corazón puro van al sacrificio

Bu tarihte ak?ls?zl?k ve kan, zorbal?k ve yalan görüyorum, sürekli çiÄŸnedikleri yeminlerini duyuyor, Tanr?'ya dua ederken a??zlar?ndan ç?kan her insaf ve merhamet yakar???nda, üzerlerine bast?klar? topra?? nas?l aÅŸa??lad?klar?n? dinliyorum.

Nobody took care of Lazarus, he no longer had any relatives or friends, and the great desert, which embraced the holy city, approached the very threshold of his dwelling place. And she came into his house, and she sprawled across his bed, like a wife, and she extinguished the fires.

az kals?n ona içlerinde kelimenin tam manas?yla yaln?z kalabilmeyi özlediÄŸim karanl?k ve boÅŸ odalar?m? anlatacakt?m; ah ümidini hiç yitirmeyen sefil yürek...

Sanki ayn? baÅŸlang?çs?z ve bitimsiz günün içindeydik, kah karanl?k kah parlak, ama yine anla??lmaz, yine kör. Ve hiçbirimiz korkmuyorduk ölümden, çünkü ölümün ne olduÄŸunu anlayacak durumda deÄŸildik.