Inspirational Quotes by Fyodor Dostoevsky

“viaţa e un rai în care toţi ne desfătăm, numai că noi nu vrem să ne dăm seama de asta, căci dacă am vrea, chiar mîine tot pâmîntul ar fi un rai.”

“Am întrebat pe foarte mulţi ce simt.Aş fi vrut să ştiu mai exact cât de mare le este durerea şi cu ce altă suferinţă s-ar putea asemui? N-aş putea spune pentru ce anume vroiam neapărat să aflu acest lucru.Ştiu numai că nu întrebam din simplă curiozitate.”

“he strode down the street with his mouth full of harmony and his soul full of gratitude. He”

“Well, this time I'll be honest with you and let you in on it. Listen, in dreams and particularly in nightmares, caused perhaps by indigestion or whatever, a man may think up such artistic creations, such complex and realistic visions, events or even a whole world of events woven into a plot of such astounding details that even Leo Tolstoi himself could not invent them. And yet people who have such dreams don't have to be novelists but can be the most ordinary civil servants, newspapermen, priests, or anything . . . It creates, in fact, a most interesting problem: once, for instance, I heard a member of the government say that his best ideas came to him when he was asleep.”

“thread, but it's black.”

“The herd will be gathered together and tamed again, however, and this time for good. And then we shall give them tranquil, humble happiness, suitable for such weak creatures.”

“Above all, avoid falsehood, every kind of falsehood, especially falseness to yourself. Watch over your own deceitfulness and look into it every hour, every minute. Avoid being scornful, both to others and to yourself. What seems to you bad within you will grow purer from the very fact of your observing it in yourself. Avoid fear, too, though fear is only the consequence of every sort of falsehood. Never be frightened at your own faint-heartedness in attaining love. Don’t be frightened overmuch even at your evil actions. I am sorry I can say nothing more consoling to you, for love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams. Love in dreams is greedy for immediate action, rapidly performed and in the sight of all. Men will even give their lives if only the ordeal does not last long but is soon over, with all looking on and applauding as though on the stage.”

“La ce bun să mai numărăm zilele, cînd e de ajuns una singură pentru ca omul să cunoască pe deplin fericirea!”

“God preserve you, my dear boy, from ever asking forgiveness for a fault from a woman you love. From one you love especially, however greatly you may have been in fault. For a woman- devil only knows what to make of a woman! I know something about them, anyway. But try acknowledging you are in fault to a woman. Say, ‘I am sorry, forgive me,’ and a shower of reproaches will follow! Nothing will make her forgive you simply and directly, she’ll humble you to the dust, bring forward things that have never happened, recall everything, forget nothing, add something of her own, and only then forgive you. And even the best, the best of them do it. She’ll scrape up all the scrapings and load them on your head. They are ready to flay you alive, I tell you, every one of them, all these angels without whom we cannot live!”

“He thirsted for that reformation and renewal. The filthy morass, in which he had sunk of his own free will, was too revolting to him, and, like very many men in such cases, he put faith above all in change of place. If only it were not for these people, if only it were not for these circumstances, if only he could fly away from this accursed place-he would be altogether regenerated, would enter on a new path. That was what he believed in, and what he was yearning for.”

“in the monastery he fully believed in miracles, but, to my thinking, miracles are never a stumbling-block to the realist. It is not miracles that dispose realists to belief. The genuine realist, if he is an unbeliever, will always find strength and ability to disbelieve in the miraculous, and if he is confronted with a miracle as an irrefutable fact he would rather disbelieve his own senses than admit the fact. Even if he admits it, he admits it as a fact of nature till then unrecognized by him. Faith does not, in the realist, spring from the miracle but the miracle from faith. If the realist once believes, then he is bound by his very realism to admit the miraculous also.”

“Here was an unparalleled thing, so that even from such an imperious and contemptuously proud girl as she was, such extremely frank testimony, such sacrifice, such self-immolation was almost impossible to expect. And for what, for whom? To save her betrayer and offender, at least somehow, at least slightly, to contribute to his salvation by creating a good impression in his favor!”

“I think every one should love life above everything in the world.” “Love life more than the meaning of it?” “Certainly, love it, regardless of logic as you say, it must be regardless of logic, and it's only then one will understand the meaning of it. I have thought so a long time. Half your work is done, Ivan, you love life, now you've only to try to do the second half and you are saved.”

“Do you know I've been sitting here thinking to myself: that if I didn't believe in life, if I lost faith in the woman I love, lost faith in the order of things, were convinced , in fact, that everything is disorderly, damnable, and perhaps devil-ridden chaos, if I were struck by every horror of man's disillusionment - still I should want to live and, having once tried of the cup, I would not turn from it until I have drained it!”

“… ! And would I have been this way, would I have been this way on this night, and at this moment, sitting with you now, would I be talking like this, would I be moving like this, would I look at you and at the world like this, if I really were a parricide, when even the inadvertent killing of Grigory gave me no rest all night—not from fear, oh! not just from fear of your punishment! The disgrace of it! And you want me to reveal and tell about yet another new meanness of mine, yet another new disgrace, to such scoffers as you, who do not see anything and do not believe anything, blind moles and scoffers, even if it would save me from your accusation?”

“Tom!”

“socialism is not merely the labor question, it is before all things the atheistic question, the question of the form taken by atheism to-day, the question of the tower of Babel built without God, not to mount to heaven from earth but to set up heaven on earth.”

“Il faut détruire l'idée de Dieu dans l'esprit de l'homme. Alors chacun saura qu'il est mortel, sans aucun espoir de résurrection, et chacun se résignera à la mort avec une fierté tranquille. L'homme s'abstiendra de murmurer contre la brièveté de la vie et il aimera ses frères d'une affection désintéressée. L'amour ne procurera que des jouissances brèves, mais la conscience même de cette brièveté en renforcera l'intensité autant que jadis elle se diluait dans les espérances d'un amour éternel.”

“Pero si todo va bien en la familia, si Dios la ha bendecido, si el esposo es bueno y se preocupa por la mujer en vez de abandonarla..., ¡qué bien se está con la familia! Incluso si en la casa entra el infortunio. Por lo demás, ¿acaso no entra el infortunio en cualquier parte? Si algún día te casas, quizá lo sepas por experiencia. Por el contrario, en los primeros tiempos de la vida conyugal con el ser amado, ¡cuánta felicidad! ¡Una felicidad constante! Incluso las querellas terminan bien entre esposos en esta primera etapa. Hay mujeres que cuanto más quieren a su marido, más disputas con él provocan. Puedo asegurarlo, porque conocí a una de esta clase. «¡Te quiero tanto, que te hago sufrir, a fin de que te des cuenta!» ¿Sabías esto? Puede suceder que se atormente a una persona por exceso de cariño. Las mujeres obran así con sus maridos. Se dicen: «Te amo y te acaricio tanto, que tengo derecho a atormentarte un poco». Y todos los que viven alrededor del matrimonio comparten su alegría. En el hogar, todo es honesto, apacible y alegre. Hay mujeres celosas. Si él sale (yo conocía a una que procedía así), ella no lo puede soportar. Se levanta a medianoche de la cama y va a ver si está en talo cual sitio, con esta o aquella mujer. Esto no está bien, y ella lo sabe. Sufre, se juzga y se condena. ¡Pero ha de obrar así porque lo ama! Y, después de la riña, la delicia de reconciliarse. Pedirle perdón o, por el contrario, perdonarle. ¡Qué hermoso es esto para los dos! ¡Como si acabasen de conocerse, como si acabasen de casarse y su amor estuviera en su principio!... Nadie, absolutamente nadie debe saber lo que ocurre entre los esposos si se quieren de verdad. Éstos, en sus disputas, sean de la índole que fueren, no deben recurrir al juicio de nadie, ni siquiera de la propia madre, ni contar a nadie lo ocurrido. Ellos mismos han de ser sus propios jueces. El amor es un misterio divino que debe permanecer oculto a los ojos ajenos, pase lo que pase. Esto es lo mejor, lo más conveniente. Así se consolida la estimación entre los esposos, y sobre la estimación se edifican muchas cosas. Si marido y mujer se quieren, si se han casado por amor, no es preciso que este amor muera.”

“Leur manière de vivre - qui n'était pas celle des autres - déplaisait. Ils devinrent suspects; et même inspiraient une vague terreur.”