Inspirational Quotes by Fyodor Dostoevsky

“Mientras cada ser humano no se sienta verdaderamente hermano de su prójimo, no habrá fraternidad. Guiándose por la ciencia y el interés, los hombres no sabrán nunca repartir entre ellos la propiedad y los derechos; nadie se sentirá satisfecho y todos murmurarán, se envidiarán, se exterminarán… Usted”

“[The Devil] And after all, who knows whether proof of the devil is also proof of God? I want to join an idealist society and form an opposition within it: 'I'm a realist,' I'll say, 'not a materialist,' heh, heh!”

“The simple fact that he could, took the desire away, and the charm of it”

“I cried suddenly from the bottom of my heart, “look at the divine gifts around us: the clear sky, the fresh air, the tender grass, the birds, nature is beautiful and sinless, and we, we alone, are godless and foolish, and do not understand that life is paradise, for we need only wish to understand, and it will come at once in all its beauty, and we shall embrace each other and weep …” wanted to go on but I could not, so much sweetness, so much youngness even took my breath away, and in my heart there was such happiness as I had never felt before in all my life.”

“Our little son is surely with the Lord God now, singing with the angels.”

“[The Devil] My dream is to become incarnate, but so that it's final, irrevocable, in some fat, two-hundred-and-fifty-pound merchant's wife, and to believe everything she believes. My ideal is to go into a church and light a candle with a pure heart--by God, it's true. That would put and end to my sufferings.”

“for he seemed only able to inhale it by thimblefuls,”

“Te iba a hablar de los dolores de la humanidad en general, pero será preferible que me refiera exclusivamente al dolor de los niños. Mi argumentación quedará reducida a una décima parte, pero vale más así. Desde luego, salgo perdiendo. En primer lugar, porque a los niños se les puede querer aunque vayan sucios y feos (dejando aparte que a mí ningún niño me parece feo). En segundo lugar, porque si no hablo de los adultos, no es únicamente porque repelen y no merecen que se les ame, sino porque tienen una compensación: han probado el fruto prohibido, han conocido el bien y el mal y se han convertido en seres 'semejantes a Dios'.”

“thread, but it's black.”

“What of the rest? Is it the fault of the rest of feeble mankind that they could not endure what the mighty endured? Is it the fault of the weak soul that it is unable to contain such terrible gifts? Can it be that you indeed came only to the chosen ones and for the chosen ones?”

“Look, gentlemen, look at how our young men are shooting themselves—oh, without the least Hamletian question of ‘what lies beyond,”

“Yes, one day perhaps the leading intellects of Russia and of Europe will study the psychology of Russian crime, for the subject is worth it. But”

“I love humanity,’ he said, ‘but I wonder at myself. The more I love humanity in general, the less I love man in particular. In my dreams,’ he said, ‘I have often come to making enthusiastic schemes for the service of humanity, and perhaps I might actually have faced crucifixion if it had been suddenly necessary; and yet I am incapable of living in the same room with any one for two days together, as I know by experience. As soon as any one is near me, his personality disturbs my self‐complacency 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 detest men individually the more ardent becomes my love for humanity.”

“It is true, perhaps, that this instrument which had stood the test of a thousand years for the moral regeneration of a man from slavery to freedom and to moral perfectibility may be a two-edged weapon and it may lead some not to humility and complete self-control but to the most Satanic pride, that is, to bondage and not to freedom. The”

“Jealous men forgive sooner than anyone else, and all women know it. The jealous man (having first made a terrible scene, of course) can and will very promptly forgive, for example, a nearly proven betrayal, the embraces and kisses he has seen himself, if, for example, at the same time he can somehow be convinced that this was 'the last time' and that his rival will disappear from that moment on . . . Of course the reconciliation will only last an hour, because even if the rival has indeed disappeared, tomorrow he will invent another, a new one, and become jealous of this new one. And one may ask what is the good of a love that must constantly be spied on, and what is the worth of a love that needs to be guarded so intensely? But that is something the truly jealous will never understand . . . It is also remarkable that these same lofty-hearted men, while standing in some sort of closet, eavesdropping and spying, though they understand clearly . . . all the shame they have gotten into of their own will, nevertheless . . . while standing in that closet, will not feel any pangs of remorse.”

“As soon as he reflected seriously he was convinced of the existence of God and immortality, and at once he instinctively said to himself: "I want to live for immortality, and I will accept no compromise." In the same way, if he had decided that God and immortality did not exist, he would have at once become an atheist and a socialist. For 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.”

“А Лиза, только что удалился Алёша, тотчас же отвернула щеколду, приотворила капельку дверь, вложила в щель свой палец и, захлопнув дверь, изо всей силы придавила его. Секунд через десять, высвободив руку, она тихо, медленно прошла на своё кресло, села, вся выпрямившись, и стала пристально смотреть на свой почерневший пальчик и на выдавившуюся из-под ногтя кровь. Губы её дрожали, и она быстро, быстро шептала про себя: - Подлая, подлая, подлая, подлая!”

“Have we not, indeed, loved mankind, in so humbly recognizing their impotence, in so lovingly alleviating their burden and allowing their feeble nature even to sin, with our permission? Why have you come to interfere with us now? And why are you looking at me so silently and understandingly with your meek eyes? Be angry! I do not want your love, for I do not love you. And what can I hide from you? Do I not know with whom I am speaking? What I have to tell you is all known to you already, I can read it in your eyes. And is it for me to hide our secret from you? Perhaps you precisely want to hear it from my lips. Listen, then: we are not with you, but with him, that is our secret! For a long time now—eight centuries already—we have not been with you, but with him”

“There are moments when people love crime,” Alyosha said pensively.”

“Señor, que el hombre se dedique a la oración en alma y vida. ¿Cómo podría yo vivir sin Dios en las profundas galerías de las minas? Rakitine miente. Si echan a Dios de la tierra, nosotros lo encontraremos bajo tierra. El hombre libre no puede pasar sin Dios; el forzado, menos aún. Los hombres subterráneos elevaremos un himno trágico a Dios y a su alegría. ¡Viva Dios y la alegría divina! ¡Amo a Dios!”