"They are composed like music. Guided by his sense of beauty, an individual transforms a fortuitous occurrence into a motif, which then assumes a permanent place in the compositions of the individual's life ... Without realizing it, the individual composes his life according to the laws of beauty even in times of great distress ... It is right to chide man for being blind to such coincidences in his daily life. For he thereby deprives his life of a dimension of beauty."
"It is completely selfless love: Tereza did not want anything of Karenin; She did not ever ask him to love her back. Nor has she ever asked herself the questions that plague human couples: Does he love me? Does he love anybody more than me? Does he love me more than I love him? Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company. "
"...delivering ourselves to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company. "
The way to go~