Anna Karenina

And this repulsive kindness everyone loves and praises him for - I hate this kindness of his.

All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

ut in spite of that, as often happens between people who have chosen different ways, each of them, while rationally justifying the other’s activity, despised it in his heart. To each of them it seemed that the life he led was the only real life, and the one his friend led was a mere illusion.