1 All this was falsehood, disgusting, irreverent deceit.
2 Vronsky felt his elevation and his own abasement, his truth and his own falsehood.
3 It might be bad, this new position, but it would be clear; there would be no indefiniteness or falsehood about it.
4 But it was not merely a falsehood, it was the cruel jeer of some wicked power, some evil, hateful power, to whom one could not submit.
5 He tried to say what he was not thinking, but he felt continually that it had a ring of falsehood, that his brother detected him in it, and was exasperated at it.
6 No, all he wants is falsehood and propriety, Anna said to herself, not considering exactly what it was she wanted of her husband, and how she would have liked to see him behave.
7 And the light by which she had read the book filled with troubles, falsehoods, sorrow, and evil, flared up more brightly than ever before, lighted up for her all that had been in darkness, flickered, began to grow dim, and was quenched forever.