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Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor Dostoevsky


Fyodor Mikhaylovich Dostoyevsky was a Russian writer, essayist and philosopher, perhaps most recognized today for his novels Crime and Punishment and The Brothers Karamazov.

Dostoyevsky's literary output explores human psychology in the troubled political, social and spiritual context of 19th-century Russian society. Considered by many as a founder or precursor of 20th-century existentialism, his Notes from Underground (1864), written in the embittered voice of the anonymous "underground man", was called by Walter Kaufmann the "best overture for existentialism ever written."

His tombstone reads "Verily, Verily, I say unto you, Except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit." from John 12:24, which is also the epigraph of his final novel, The Brothers Karamazov.
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Some details escaped her, but the regret remained with her.
topics: regret  
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But the greatness of it lies just in the fact that it is a mystery--that the passing earthly show and the eternal verity are brought together in it.
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She fell on her knees before him as though in a sudden frenzy. “I’ve been waiting all my life for someone like you, I knew that someone like you would come and forgive me. I believed that, nasty as I am, someone would really love me, not only with a shameful love!
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Man, do not pride yourself on superiority to the animals; they are without sin, and you, with your greatness, defile the earth by your appearance on it, and leave the traces of your foulness after you- alas,
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Yes, man is broad, too broad, indeed. I'd have him narrower
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I shut my eyes and ask myself, ‘Would you persevere long on that path? And if the patient whose wounds you are washing did not meet you with gratitude, but worried you with his whims, without valuing or remarking your charitable services, began abusing you and rudely commanding you, and complaining to the superior authorities of you (which often happens when people are in great suffering)—what then? Would you persevere in your love, or not?’ And do you know, I came with horror to the conclusion that, if anything could dissipate my love to humanity, it would be ingratitude. In short, I am a hired servant, I expect my payment at once—that is, praise, and the repayment of love with love. Otherwise I am incapable of loving anyone.
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Even then, if the cliff, chosen and cherished from long ago, had not been so picturesque, if it had been merely a flat, prosaic bank, the suicide might not have taken place at all.
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Russia. I speak not only to fathers here, but to all fathers I cry out: ‘Fathers, provoke not your children!’ Let us first fulfill Christ’s commandment ourselves, and only then let us expect the same of our children.
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Essentially, this is undoubtedly what had to happen. But Rome as a state retained too much of pagan civilization and wisdom—for example, the very aims and basic principles of the state. Whereas Christ’s Church, having entered the state, no doubt could give up none of its own basic principles, of that rock on which it stood, and could pursue none but its own aims, once firmly established and shown to it by the Lord himself, among which was the transforming of the whole world, and therefore of the whole ancient pagan state, into the Church. Thus (that is, for future purposes), it is not the Church that should seek a definite place for itself in the state, like ‘any social organization’ or ‘organization of men for religious purposes’ (as the author I was objecting to refers to the Church), but, on the contrary, every earthly state must eventually be wholly transformed into the Church and become nothing else but the Church, rejecting whichever of its aims are incompatible with those of the Church. And all of this will in no way demean it, will take away neither its honor nor its glory as a great state, nor the glory of its rulers, but will only turn it from a false, still pagan and erroneous path, onto the right and true path that alone leads to eternal goals.
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You must know that there is nothing higher and stronger and more wholesome and good for life in the future than some good memory, especially a memory of childhood, of home.
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¿Olvidaste que el hombre prefiere la paz e incluso la muerte a la libertad para discernir el bien y el mal? No hay nada más seductor para el hombre que el libre albedrío, pero también nada más doloroso. En vez de principios sólidos que tranquilizaran para siempre la conciencia humana, ofreciste nociones vagas, extrañas, enigmáticas, algo que superaba las posibilidades de los hombres. Procediste, pues, como si no quisieras a los seres humanos, tú que viniste a dar la vida por ellos. Aumentaste la libertad humana en vez de confiscarla, y así impusiste para siempre a los espíritus el terror de esta libertad. Deseabas que se te amara libremente, que los hombres te siguieran por su propia voluntad, fascinados. En vez de someterse a las duras leyes de la antigüedad, el hombre tendría desde entonces que discernir libremente entre el bien y el mal, no teniendo más guía que la de tu imagen, y no previste que al fin rechazaría, e incluso pondría en duda, tu imagen y tu verdad, abrumado por la tremenda carga de la libertad de escoger.
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our fatal troika dashes on in her headlong flight perhaps to destruction and in all Russia for long past men have stretched out imploring hands and called a halt to its furious reckless course.
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He had a high opinion of his own insight, a weakness excusable in him as he was fifty, an age at which a clever man of the world of established position can hardly help taking himself rather seriously.
topics: knowledge  
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In my opinion, Christ’s love for people is in its kind a miracle impossible on earth. True, he was God. But we are not gods.
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Brother, let me ask one thing more: has any man a right to look at other men and decide which is worthy to live?
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He had often felt anguish before, and it would be no wonder if it came at such a moment, when he was preparing, the very next day, having suddenly broken with everything that had drawn him there, to make another sharp turn, entering upon a new, completely unknown path, again quite as lonely as before, having much hope, but not knowing for what, expecting much, too much, from life, but unable himself to define anything either in his expectations or even in his desires.
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When you’re older, you will see yourself what significance age has upon convictions.
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what gets me, Varinka, is not really the lack of money but all those little troubles life is full of, all whispering, all those jeers and jokes.
topics: poor-folk  
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Quant à moi, j’étais tout à fait tranquille sur mon sort. Moi aussi, j’aimais passionnément mon art ; mais je savais dès le commencement de ma carrière que je resterais, au sens littéral du mot, un ouvrier de l’art. En revanche, je suis fier de ne pas avoir enfoui, comme l’esclave paresseux, ce que m’avait donné la nature, et, au contraire, de l’avoir augmenté considérablement. Et si on loue mon jeu impeccable, si l’on vante ma technique, tout cela je le dois au travail ininterrompu, à la conscience nette de mes forces, à l’éloignement que j’eus toujours pour l’ambition, la satisfaction de soi-même et la paresse, conséquence de cette satisfaction.
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These educated parents subjected the poor five-year old girl to every possible torture. They beat her, flogged her, kicked her, not knowing why themselves, until her whole body was nothing but bruises; finally they attained the height of finesse: in the freezing cold, they locked her all night in the outhouse, because she wouldn't ask to get up and go in the middle of the night (as if a five-year-old child sleeping its sound angelic sleep could have learned to ask by that age)--for that they smeared her face with her excrement and made her eat the excrement, and it was her mother, her mother who made her! And this mother could sleep while her poor little child was moaning all night in that vile place! Can you understand that a small creature, who cannot even comprehend what is being done to her, in a vile place, in the dark and the cold, beats herself on her strained little chest with her tiny fist and weeps with her anguished, gentle, meek tears for 'dear God' to protect her--can you understand such nonsense, my friend and my brother, my godly and humble novice, can you understand why this nonsense is needed and created? Without it, they say, man could not even have lived on earth, for he would not have known good and evil. Who wants to know this damned good and evil at such a price? The whole world of knowledge is not worth the tears of that little child to 'dear God.' I'm not talking about the suffering of grown-ups, they ate the apple and to hell with them, let the devil take them all, but these little ones!
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