Inspirational Quotes by Fyodor Dostoevsky

“Para el realista no es la fe lo que nace del milagro, sino el milagro el que nace de la fe.”

“To what should one adhere, if not to one’s family?”

“Pişman olmak için asla geç değildir.”

“Above all, do not lie to yourself. A man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point where he does not discern any truth either in himself or anywhere around him, and thus falls into disrespect towards himself and others. Not respecting anyone, he ceases to love, and having no love, he gives himself up to passions and coarse pleasures, in order to occupy and amuse himself, and in his vices reaches complete”

“ROSTROS He visto un rostro con mil semblantes, y un rostro que tenía sólo un semblante, como si estuviera contenido en un molde inmutable. He visto un rostro cuyo brillo podía ver a través de la fealdad que lo cubría, y un rostro cuyo brillo tuve que apartar, para ver cuán hermoso era. He visto un viejo rostro lleno de arrugas de la nada, y un rostro lozano en el que estaban grabadas todas las cosas. Conozco todos los rostros, porque los veo a través de la urdimbre que mis ojos van tejiendo, y miro la realidad que está detrás del tejido.”

“La negra serpiente del amor propio herido no había cesado de roerle el corazón en toda la noche.”

“Las mujeres son el principal obstáculo en la carrera de un hombre. Es difícil amar a una mujer y hacer algo de valía. Sólo existe un medio de que el amor no se convierta en una traba: el matrimonio.”

“(La felicità) Un giorno o l’altro è possibile incontrarla [...] un giorno, all’improvviso, quando oramai non si sperava più. Allora si intravedono orizzonti, è come se una voce gridasse: ‘Eccola!’ E tu senti il bisogno di confidare a una persona tutti i segreti della tua vita, di darle tutto, di sacrificarle tutto! Non è necessario spiegarsi, ci si intuisce. E come se ci fossimo già visti nei nostri sogni. [...] E finalmente eccolo là, il tesoro che hai cercato tanto a lungo, eccolo là, davanti a te; brilla, scintilla. Tuttavia si continua a dubitare, non si osa ancora crederci; si resta abbagliati come chi esce dalle tenebre alla luce.”

“It begins to seem natural to him that the pleasures attainable through his capricious fantasy are fuller, richer and dearer than life itself. Finally, in his delusion he completely loses that moral sense through which man is capable of appreciating all the beauty of reality. He goes astray, loses himself, lets slip those moments of real happiness; and, in a state of apathy, he folds his arms and does not wish to know that man’s life consists in constant contemplation of oneself in nature and in day-to-day reality.”

“Nada hay en el mundo más difícil de mantener que la franqueza ni nada más cómodo que la adulación. Si en la franqueza se desliza la menor nota falsa, se produce inmediatamente una disonancia y, con ella, el escándalo. En cambio, la adulación, a pesar de su falsedad, resulta siempre agradable y es recibida con placer, un placer vulgar si usted quiere, pero que no deja ser real. Además, la lisonja, por burda que sea nos hace creer siempre que encierra una parte de verdad. Esto es así para todas las esferas sociales y todos los grados de cultura. Incluso la más pura vestal es sensible a la adulación. De la gente vulgar no hablemos.”

“Not long ago I read the criticism made by a German who had lived in Russia, on our students and schoolboys of to-day. 'Show a Russian schoolboy,' he writes, 'a map of the stars, which he knows nothing about, and he will give you back the map next day with corrections on it.' No knowledge and unbounded conceit- that's what the German meant to say about the Russian schoolboy.”

“futuro millonario de imaginación,”

“Because some fool, or a rogue pretending to be a fool, strikes a man, that man is to be dishonoured for his whole life, unless he wipes out the disgrace with blood, or makes his assailant beg forgiveness on his knees!”

“Levin had often noticed in discussions between the most intelligent people that after enormous efforts, and an enormous expenditure of logical subtleties and words, the disputants finally arrived at being aware that what they had so long been struggling to prove to one another had long ago, from the beginning of the argument, been known to both, but that they liked different things, and would not define what they liked for fear of its being attacked. He had often had the experience of suddenly in a discussion grasping what it was his opponent liked and at once liking it too, and immediately he found himself agreeing, and then all arguments fell away as useless. Sometimes, too, he had experienced the opposite, expressing at last what he liked himself, which he was devising arguments to defend, and, chancing to express it well and genuinely, he had found his opponent at once agreeing and ceasing to dispute his position.”

“La razón es esclava de la pasión, y era yo el primer perjudicado por ella...”

“avec un long frémissement et se cachant la figure, elle s’abandonna.”

“Perhaps it was owing to the terrible misery that was growing in my soul through something which was of more consequence than anything else about me: that something was the conviction that had come upon me that nothing in the world mattered. I”

“But only one who can appease their conscience can take over their freedom.”

“Stop, stop! You queer fish!”

“If you pardon all the evil done to you, you encourage others to do you evil! If you give your cloak to him who steals your coat, how long will it be, before your shirt and trousers will go also?”