The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories Quotes

“Ivan Ilych's life had been most simple and most ordinary and therefore most terrible.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilyich and Other Stories

“but that what was for him the greatest and most cruel injustice appeared to others a quite ordinary occurrence.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories

“In actuality, it was like the homes of all people who are not really rich but who want to look rich, and therefore end up looking like one another: it had damasks, ebony, plants, carpets, and bronzes, everything dark and gleaming—all the effects a certain class of people produce so as to look like people of a certain class. And his place looked so much like the others that it would never have been noticed, though it all seemed quite exceptional to him.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories

“But it seems to me that a man cannot and ought not to say that he loves, he said. Why not? I asked. Because it will always be a lie. As though it were a strange sort of discovery that someone is in love! Just as if, as soon as he said that, something went snap-bang - he loves. Just as if, when he utters that word, something extraordinary is bound to happen, with signs and portents, and all the cannons firing at once. It seems to me, he went on, that people who solemnly utter those words, 'I love you,' either deceive themselves, or what's still worse, deceive others.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories

“At school he had done things which had formerly seemed to him very horrid and made him feel disgusted with himself when he did them; but when later on he saw that such actions were done by people of good position and that they did not regard them as wrong, he was able not exactly to regard them as right, but to forget about them entirely or not be at all troubled at remembering them.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories

“As though I had been going steadily downhill, imagining that I was going uphill. So it was in fact. In public opinion I was going uphill, and steadily as I got up it, life was ebbing away from me....And now the work's done, there's only death.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories

“And what was worst of all was that *It* drew his attention to itself not in order to make him take some action but only that he should look at *It*, look it straight in the face: look at it and without doing anything, suffer inexpressibly.

And to save himself from this condition Ivan Ilych looked for consolations -- new screens -- and new screens were found and for a while seemed to save him, but then they immediately fell to pieces or rather became transparent, as if *It* penetrated them and nothing could veil *It*.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories

“He was much changed and grown even thinner since Pyotr Ivanovich had last seen him, but, as is always the case with the dead, his face was handsomer and above all more dignified than than when he was alive.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories

“Come, what did I say, repeat it? he would ask. But I could never repeat anything, so ludicrous it seemed that he should talk to me, not of himself or me, but of something else, as though it mattered what happened outside us. Only much later I began to have some slight understanding of his cares and to be interested in them.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories

“The whole detachment was so quite that I could distinctly hear all the mingling sounds of night, so full of enchanting mystery: the mournful howling of distant jackals, now like a despairing lament, now like laughter; the sonorous, monotonous song of crickets, frogs, quails; a rumbling noise whose cause baffled me and which seemed to be coming even nearer; and all of Nature's barely audible nocturnal sounds that defy explanation or definition and merge in one rich, beautiful harmony that we call the stillness of the night.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories

“The most usual conservatives are young people. Young people who want to live, but who do not think and have no time to think about how one should live, and who therefore choose as a model for themselves the life that was.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilyich and Other Stories

“At the bottom of his heart Ivan Ilych knew that he was dying; but so far from growing used to this idea, he simply did not grasp it - he was utterly unable to grasp it.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories

“Sempre a mesma coisa. Ora uma gota de esperança que cintila, depois um mar de desespero que se desencadeia, e sempre a dor, sempre a dor, sempre o desespero, sempre a mesma coisa.”
― Lev Tolstói, A morte de Iván Ilitch e outras histórias

“That was not what I needed, I needed strife; I wanted feeling to guide us in life, and not life to be the guide to feeling”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories

“No, it's a bad sort of young lady who's only alive when she's being admired, and as soon as she's alone lets herself go altogether and finds no charm in anything--who's all for show, and nothing for herself.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories

“I did not understand that it was a fall, I simply began giving myself to those half pleasures, half needs, which are proper, as had been suggested to me, to a certain age, I began giving myself to depravity as I had begun to drink and smoke.”
― Leo Tolstoy, The Death of Ivan Ilyich and Other Stories

“... at the very end Ivan Ilyich appears to grasp Tolstoy's truth that a life lived wrongly is an obstacle to an easy death.”
― Anthony Briggs, The Death of Ivan Ilych and Other Stories