Leo Tolstoy

Wow, I feel for Anna and Emma, even though they’re far from perfect. When I think of a woman trapped in a horrific marriage with a cold man, a society that gives women no freedom or independence, people making tragic choices, passions and love being trampled, people searching for happiness and love but unable to find it, I think of either Anna Karenina or Madame Bovary. It’s been a while since I’ve read this book and the details are fuzzy, but I’ll always remember how sad and angry these books made me feel at many points, how so many of the characters were masterfully written—neither all good nor all bad, but complicated and utterly human. And of course, downward spirals and tragedy. 


“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” Anna Karenina


Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings,–a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss.” Madame Bovary