Inspirational Quotes by Fyodor Dostoevsky

“When you’re older, you will see yourself what significance age has upon convictions.”

“el socialismo no es sólo una doctrina obrera, sino que representa el ateísmo en su forma contemporánea;”

“Fraților, este important să nu vă mințiți pe voi înșivă. Cel care se minte pe sine însuși și se lasă pătruns de propria minciună ajunge să nu mai deosebească niciodată minciuna de adevăr și, treptat, chiar se înstrăinează de orice formă de adevăr, și de cel din interiorul său, și de cel din afară, din jur, pierzîndu-și totodată, stima față de sine și față de alții. Dacă nu respectă pe nimeni, încetează să mai iubească și atunci, pentru a-și umple timpul, se consacră plăcerilor trupești și patimilor, ajungând să aibă un comportament vicios și brutal, și toate acestea i se întâmplă pentru că ajunge să se mintă deopotrivă pe sine și pe ceilalți din jur. Cel care se minte pe sine devine suspicios și este primul care găsește motive de supărare. Nu-i așa că, uneori, e foarte plăcut să te superi? Cu toate că omul știe că nimeni nu l-a jignit cu ceva, că el însuși și-a inventat supărarea și a mințit pentru împodobirea exagerată a unei clipe, că a înflorit unele fapte ca să-și creeze un tablou cât mai convingător pentru sine, că s-a legat de un cuvânt și a făcut dintr-o boabă de linte un munte, este primul care se îmbufnează și se enervează doar ca să-și facă plăcere și ca să trăiască din plin această senzație de plăcere, ajungând, totodată, să devină dușmanul propriului adevăr.”

“Отцы и учители, мыслю: "что есть ад?" Рассуждаю так: "Страдание о том, что нельзя уже более любить”

“Perezvon (the dog) ran about in the wildest spirits, sniffing about first one side, then the other. When he met other dogs they zealously smelt each other over according to the rules of canine etiquette.”

“Unë nuk besoj se ti beson në atë që besoj unë, por besoj që ti nuk beson në atë që nuk besoj unë.”

“I really feel obliged to go to this confounded luncheon.”

“I did dream of it, chiefly because 'all things are lawful.' That was quite right what you taught me, for you talked a lot to me about that. For if there's no everlasting God, there's no such thing as virtue, and there's no need of it.”

“Why, the isolation that prevails everywhere, above all in our age—it has not fully developed, it has not reached its limit yet. For every one strives to keep his individuality as apart as possible, wishes to secure the greatest possible fullness of life for himself; but meantime all his efforts result not in attaining fullness of life but self-destruction, for instead of self-realization he ends by arriving at complete solitude. All mankind in our age have split up into units, they all keep apart, each in his own groove; each one holds aloof, hides himself and hides what he has, from the rest, and he ends by being repelled by others and repelling them. He heaps up riches by himself and thinks, ‘How strong I am now and how secure,’ and in his madness he does not understand that the more he heaps up, the more he sinks into self-destructive impotence. For he is accustomed to rely upon himself alone and to cut himself off from the whole; he has trained himself not to believe in the help of others, in men and in humanity, and only trembles for fear he should lose his money and the privileges that he has won for himself. Everywhere in these days men have, in their mockery, ceased to understand that the true security is to be found in social solidarity rather than in isolated individual effort. But this terrible individualism must inevitably have an end, and all will suddenly understand how unnaturally they are separated from one another. It will be the spirit of the time, and people will marvel that they have sat so long in darkness without seeing the light. And then the sign of the Son of Man will be seen in the heavens.... But, until then, we must keep the banner flying. Sometimes even if he has to do it alone, and his conduct seems to be crazy, a man must set an example, and so draw men's souls out of their solitude, and spur them to some act of brotherly love, that the great idea may not die.”

“The odd superstitions touched upon were all prevalent among children and slaves in the West at the period of this story—that is to say, thirty or forty years ago.”

“Never for one minute have I taken you for reality . . . You are a lie, you are my illness, you are a phantom . . . You are my hallucination. You are the incarnation of myself . . . of my thoughts and feelings, but only the nastiest and stupidest of them.”

“He noticed that Ivan swayed as he walked and that his right shoulder was lower than his left. He had never noticed it before.”

“I love to hear singing to a street organ,” said Raskolnikov, and his manner seemed strangely out of keeping with the subject—“I like it on cold, dark, damp autumn evenings—they must be damp—when all the passers-by have pale green, sickly faces, or better still when wet snow is falling straight down, when there’s no wind—you know what I mean? and the street lamps shine through it ….”

“I have mentioned already, by the way, that though he lost his mother in his fourth year he remembered her all his life—her face, her caresses, “as though she stood living before me.” Such memories may persist, as every one knows, from an even earlier age, even from two years old, but scarcely standing out through a whole lifetime like spots of light out of darkness, like a corner torn out of a huge picture, which has all faded and disappeared except that fragment.”

“What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov”

“Chiunque voglia sinceramente la verità è sempre spaventosamente forte.”

“To talk nonsense in one’s own way is almost better than to talk a truth that’s someone else’s”

“Peter was agreeable. So Tom pried his mouth open and poured down the Pain-killer. Peter sprang a couple of yards in the air, and then delivered a war-whoop and set off round and round the room, banging against furniture, upsetting flower-pots, and making general havoc. Next he rose on his hind feet and pranced around, in a frenzy of enjoyment, with his head over his shoulder and his voice proclaiming his unappeasable happiness. Then he went tearing around the house again spreading chaos and destruction in his path. Aunt Polly entered in time to”

“you give me much more of your sass I'll take and bounce a rock off'n your head.”

“It all depends with how much judgment and knowledge the thing's done.”