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By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

I could not become anything; neither good nor bad; neither a scoundrel nor an honest man; neither a hero nor an insect. And now I am eking out my days in my corner, taunting myself with the bitter and entirely useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot seriously become anything, that only a fool can become something.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Lamentations comfort only by lacerating the heart still more. Such grief does not desire consolation. It feeds on the sense of its hopelessness. Lamentations spring only from the constant craving to re-open the wound.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

There are crimes that are truly uncomely. With crimes, whatever they may be, the more blood, the more horror there is, the more imposing they are, the more picturesque, so to speak, but there are crimes that are shameful, disgraceful, all horror aside, so to speak, even far too ungracious...

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

The meanest and most hateful thing about money is that it even gives one talent.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

We all come out from Gogol's 'Overcoat'.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

The man who is happy is fulfilling the purpose of existence

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

To crush, to annihilate a man utterly, to inflict on him the most terrible of punishments so that the most ferocious murderer would shudder at it and dread it beforehand, one need only give him work of an absolutely, completely useless and irrational character.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Never mind a little dirt, if the goal is splendid!

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

A true friend of mankind whose heart has but once quivered in compassion over the sufferings of the people, will understand and forgive all the impassable alluvial filth in which they are submerged, and will be able to discover the diamonds in the filth.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Remember that you must never sell your soul. Never accept payment in advance.... Never give a work to the printer before it is finished. This is the worst thing you can do.... It constitutes the murder of your own ideas.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

By the experience of active love. Strive to love your neighbour actively and indefatigably. In as far as you advance in love you will grow surer of the reality of God and of the immortality of your soul. If you attain to perfect self-forgetfulness in the love of your neighbour, then you will believe without doubt, and no doubt can possibly enter your soul. This has been tried. This is certain.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. I am a most unpleasant man.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

We are born dead, and we are becoming more and more contented with our condition. We are acquiring the taste for it.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Occasionally I was so much better that I could go out; but the streets used to put me in such a rage that I would lock myself up for days rather than go out, even if I were well enough to do so! I could not bear to see all those preoccupied, anxious-looking creatures continuously surging along the streets past me! Why are they always anxious? What is the meaning of their eternal care and worry? It is their wickedness, their perpetual detestable malice-that's what it is-they are all full of malice, malice!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Two and two make four. Nature doesn't ask your advice. She isn't interested in your preferences or whether or not you approve of her laws. You must accept nature as she is with all the consequences that that implies.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

I have a plan-to go mad.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Everywhere I am the object of an unbelievable esteem, the interest in me is, quite simply, tremendous.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Only to live, to live and live! Life, whatever it may be!

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

To be too conscious is an illness. A real thorough going illness.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Because it begins to seem to me at such times that I am incapable of beginning a life in real life, because it has seemed to me that I have lost all touch, all instinct for the actual, the real; because at last I have cursed myself; because after my fantastic nights I have moments of returning sobriety, which are awful! Meanwhile, you hear the whirl and roar of the crowd in the vortex of life around you; you hear, you see, men living in reality; you see that life for them is not forbidden, that their life does not float away like a dream, like a vision; that their life is being eternally renewed, eternally youthful, and not one hour of it is the same as another; while fancy is so spiritless, monotonous to vulgarity and easily scared, the slave of shadows, of the idea, the slave of the first cloud that shrouds the sun... One feels that this inexhaustible fancy is weary at last and worn out with continual exercise, because one is growing into manhood, outgrowing one's old ideals: they are being shattered into fragments, into dust; if there is no other life one must build one up from the fragments. And meanwhile the soul longs and craves for something else! And in vain the dreamer rakes over his old dreams, as though seeking a spark among the embers, to fan them into flame, to warm his chilled heart by the rekindled fire, and to rouse up in it again all that was so sweet, that touched his heart, that set his blood boiling, drew tears from his eyes, and so luxuriously deceived him!

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

I do not rebel against my God, I simply do not accept his world.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

And if there's love, you can do without happiness too. Even with sorrow, life is sweet.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

In most cases, people, even wicked people, are far more naive and simple-hearted than one generally assumes. And so are we.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

I feel pity for him, and that is a poor sign of love.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Man has such a predilection for systems and abstract deductions that he is ready to distort the truth intentionally he is ready to deny the evidence of his senses only to justify his logic.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

In order to love simply, it is necessary to know how to show love.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

To strive consciously for an object and to engage in engineering -- that is, incessantly and eternally to make new roads, wherever they may lead.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

By interpreting freedom as the propagation and immediate gratification of needs, people distort their own nature, for they engender in themselves a multitude of pointless and foolish desires, habits, and incongruous stratagems. Their lives are motivated only by mutual envy, sensuality, and ostentation.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

I used to analyze myself down to the last thread, used to compare myself with others, recalled all the smallest glances, smiles and words of those to whom I’d tried to be frank, interpreted everything in a bad light, laughed viciously at my attempts ‘to be like the rest’ –and suddenly, in the midst of my laughing, I’d give way to sadness, fall into ludicrous despondency and once again start the whole process all over again – in short, I went round and round like a squirrel on a wheel.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments.

By Anonym 16 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

I could have done even better, miss, and I'd know a lot more, if it wasn't for my destiny ever since childhood. I'd have killed a man in a duel with a pistol for calling me low-born, because I came from Stinking Lizaveta without a father, and they were shoving that in my face in Moscow. It spread there thanks to Grigory Vasilievich. Grigory Vasilievich reproaches me for rebelling against my nativity: 'You opened her matrix,' he says. I don't know about her matrix, but I'd have let them kill me in the womb, so as not to come out into the world at all, miss.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

It's the moon that makes it so still, weaving some mystery.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Of course I shall go astray often...for who does not make mistakes? But I cannot go far wrong for I have seen the truth.

By Anonym 17 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Me dendin me lakra, gatuar me çaj, Fryhu bark, fryhu, pelcit,.s'te kam faj! ("kenge burgu")

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

For what is man without desires, without free will, and without the power of choice but a stop in an organ pipe?

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Where is it I've read that someone condemned to death says or thinks, an hour before his death, that if he had to live on some high rock, on such a narrow ledge that he'd only room to stand, and the ocean, everlasting darkness, everlasting solitude, everlasting tempest around him, if he had to remain standing on a square yard of space all his life, a thousand years, eternity, it were better to live so than to die at once. Only to live, to live and live! Life, whatever it may be!

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

For broad understanding and deep feeling, you need pain and suffering.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

It's curious and ridiculous how much the gaze of a prudish and painfully chaste man touched by love can sometimes express and that precisely at a moment when the man would of course sooner be glad to fall through the earth than to express anything with a word or a look.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Drowning men, it is said, cling to wisps of straw.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Taking a new step. . .is what people fear most.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

I believe there is no one deeper, lovelier, more sympathetic and more perfect than Jesus.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

It is easier for a Russian to become an Atheist, than for any other nationality in the world. And not only does a Russian 'become an Atheist,' but he actually BELIEVES IN Atheism, just as though he had found a new faith, not perceiving that he has pinned his faith to a negation. Such is our anguish of thirst!

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

All the Utopias will come to pass only when we grow wings and all people are converted into angels.

By Anonym 19 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

They have succeeded in accumulating a greater mass of objects, but the joy in the world has grown less.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

[to Jesus] You did not come down from the cross when they shouted to you, mocking and reviling you: "Come down from the cross and we will believe that it is you." You did not come down because, again, you did not want to enslave man by a miracle and thirsted for faith that is free, not miraculous...I swear, man is created weaker and baser than you thought him! How, how can he ever accomplish the same things as you? ...Respecting him less, you would have demanded less of him, and that would be closer to love, for his burden would be lighter.

By Anonym 14 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Remember, too, every day, and whenever you can, repeat to yourself, Lord, have mercy on all who appear before Thee today. For every hour and every moment thousands of men leave life on this earth, and their souls appear before God. And how many of them depart in solitude, unknown, sad, dejected that no one mourns for them or even knows whether they have lived or not!

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

An anguish of longing would boil up inside me; a hysterical thirst for contradictions and contrasts would appear, and I would embark on dissipations.

By Anonym 13 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Ever seen a leaf - a leaf from a tree?' 'Yes.' I saw one recently - a yellow one, a little green, wilted at the edges. Blown by the wind. When I was a little boy, I used to shut my eyes in winter and imagine a green leaf, with veins on it, and the sun shining ...' 'What's this - an allegory?' "No; why? Not an allegory - a leaf, just a leaf. A leaf is good. Everything's good.

By Anonym 15 Sep

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!