It is Sunday again and I come yet with another movie, which is Anna Karenina played by one of my favorite actresses ever, Keira Knightly. There’s also Jude Law and Matthew MacFayden starring in this book-to-movie adaptation.
All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
Everything was made bright by her. She was the smile that shed light all around her.
The aim of civilization is to enable us to get enjoyment out of everything.
I think that to find out what love is really like, one must first make a mistake and then put it right.
Whatever our fate is or may be, we have made it and do not complain of it.
Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be. But if you don’t love me, it would be better and more honest to say so.
Anna had been preparing herself for this meeting, had thought what she would say to him, but she did not succeed in saying anything of it; his passion mastered her. She tried to calm him, to calm herself, but it was too late. His feeling infected her. Her lips trembled so that for a long while she could say nothing.
He stepped down, avoiding any long look at her as one avoids long looks at the sun, but seeing her as one sees the sun, without looking.
In that brief glance Vronsky had time to notice the restrained animation that played over her face and fluttered between her shining eyes and the barely noticeable smile that curved her red lips. It was as if a surplus of something so overflowed her being that it expressed itself beyond her will, now in the brightness of her glance, now in her smile.