I have fallen deeply in love with 'Anna Karenina', by a lovely gentleman by the name and title of Count Leo Tolstoy. My three favourite passages of the novel:

Part 2 Chapter VII:
'The only happy marriages I know are arranged ones.'

'Yes, but how often the happiness of an arranged marriage scatters like dust, precisely because of the appearance of that very passion which as no acknowledged.'

'But by arranged marriages we mean those in which both have already had their wild times. It's like scarlet fever, one has to go through it.'

'Then we should find some artificial inoculation against love, as with smallpox.'

'I think that in order to know love one must make a mistake then correct it...if there are as many minds as there are men, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.'


Part 2 Chapter XI:

'She not only found no words in which she could express all the complexity of these feelings, but was unable even to find thoughts in which she could reflect with herself on all that was in her soul.'

And, finally:

'assion? What antediluvian thoughts you have! Who talks about passions these days?'