A beast can never be as cruel as a human being, so artistically, so picturesquely cruel.
Fyodor Dostoevskythe Lord vanquished the devil in my heart.
Fyodor DostoevskyYou will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.
Fyodor DostoevskyAnd so I ask myself: 'Where are your dreams?' And I shake my head and mutter: 'How the years go by!' And I ask myself again: 'What have you done with those years? Where have you buried your best moments? Have you really lived? Look,' I say to myself, 'how cold it is becoming all over the world!' And more years will pass and behind them will creep grim isolation. Tottering senility will come hobbling, leaning on a crutch, and behind these will come unrelieved boredom and despair. The world of fancies will fade, dreams will wilt and die and fall like autumn leaves from the trees. . . .
Fyodor DostoevskyMots clés inspirational
In the end, you feel that your much-vaunted, inexhaustible fantasy is growing tired, debilitated, exhausted, because you're bound to grow out of your old ideals; they're smashed to splinters and turn to dust, and if you have no other life, you have no choice but to keep rebuilding your dreams from the splinters and dust. But the heart longs for something different! And it is vain to dig in the ashes of your old fancies, trying to find even a tiny spark to fan into a new flame that will warm the chilled heart and bring back to life everything that can send the blood rushing wildly through the body, fill the eyes with tears--everything that can delude you so well!
Fyodor DostoevskyMots clés inspirational
There are... things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind
Fyodor DostoevskyIn the end they will lay their freedom at our feet and say to us, Make us your slaves, but feed us.
Fyodor DostoevskyMots clés freedom food slavery
А впрочем, я слишком много болтаю. Оттого и ничего не делаю, что болтаю. Пожалуй, впрочем, и так: оттого болтаю, что ничего не делаю.
Fyodor DostoevskyThe more I love humanity in general the less I love man in particular. In my dreams, I often make plans for the service of humanity, and perhaps I might actually face crucifixion if it were suddenly necessary. Yet I am incapable of living in the same room with anyone for two days together. I know from experience. As soon as anyone is near me, his personality disturbs me and restricts my freedom. In twenty-four hours I begin to hate the best of men: one because he’s too long over his dinner, another because he has a cold and keeps on blowing his nose. I become hostile to people the moment they come close to me. But it has always happened that the more I hate men individually the more I love humanity.
Fyodor DostoevskyE po, mirupafshim! Po me mbyt trishtimi, nga merzia. Seç kam nje brenge ne shpirt, Makar Aleksejeviç. As vete s'e di arsyen. E tille dite paska qene. Mirupafshim!
Fyodor DostoevskyMots clés quote poor folk albanian dostojevski njerez shqip te thenie varfer
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