At some thoughts one stands perplexed - especially at the sight of men's sin - and wonders whether one should use force or humble love. Always decide to use humble love. If you resolve on that, once and for all, you may subdue the whole world. Loving humility is marvelously strong, the strongest of all things, and there is nothing else like it.
Fyodor Dostoevsky...despair can hold the most intense sorts of pleasure when one is strongly conscious of the hopelessness of one's position...
Fyodor DostoevskyLove in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared to love in dreams.
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But man is so addicted to systems and to abstract conclusions that he is prepared deliberately to distort the truth, to close his eyes and ears, but justify his logic at all cost.
Fyodor DostoevskyCivilization merely develops man's capacity for a greater variety of sensations, and... absolutely nothing else. And through the development of this capacity, man may yet come to find pleasure in the spilling of blood.
Fyodor DostoevskyIn such situations, of course, people don't nurse their anger silently, they moan aloud; but these are not frank, straightforward moans, there is a kind of cunning malice in them, and that's the whole point. Those very moans express the sufferer's delectation; if he did not enjoy his moans, he wouldn't be moaning.
Fyodor DostoevskyAnd before you know it, the object disappears, arguments evaporate; no culprit is discovered, the offense ceases to be an offense and becomes a matter of fate, like the toothache which cannot be blamed on anyone, and the only thing that's left is, once again, to bang the wall as hard as you can.
Fyodor DostoevskyI sometimes think love consists precisely of the voluntary gift by the loved object of the right to tyrannize over it.
Fyodor DostoevskyIt's in despair that you find the sharpest pleasures, particularly when you are most acutely aware of the hopelessness of your position.
Fyodor DostoevskyThis pleasure comes precisely from the sharpest awareness of your own degradation; from the knowledge that you have gone to the utmost limit; that it is despicable, yet cannot be otherwise; that you no longer have any way out; that you will never become a different man.
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