Inspirational Quotes by Fyodor Dostoevsky

“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.”

“El elefante es considerado como el animal que se reproduce más despacio de todos los conocidos, y me he tomado el trabajo de calcular la progresión mínima probable de su aumento natural; será lo más seguro admitir que empieza a criar a los treinta años, y que continúa criando hasta los noventa, produciendo en este intervalo seis hijos, y que sobrevive hasta los cien años; y siendo así, después de un período de 740 a 750 años habría aproximadamente diez y nueve millones de elefantes vivos descendientes de la primera pareja.”

“Sucede lo que los médicos dicen del tísico: que al principio su mal es difícil reconocer, pero fácil de curar, mientras que, con el transcurso del tiempo, al no haber sido conocido ni atajado, se vuelve fácil de conocer, pero difícil de curar.”

“no matter how much people may grieve by day, they can put up with it so long as they can sleep at night, for when the eyes are closed in slumber people forget good and ill alike; whereas my misery haunts me even in my dreams.”

“Wertherish,”

“Después de largos años de vida, he hallado en usted lo que buscaba. La amo y le ofrezco mi nombre.» Así”

“Та вода, которую отец и педагог ждали на свои колеса, давно уже просочилась и работала в другом месте.”

“squeezing out words so as not to be silent.”

“Pero Cavalcanti se volvió hacia ellos, guiñó los ojos, infló la mejilla con la lengua, e hizo oír un sonido con los labios, que equivale a mil signos de inteligencia entre los bandidos y les obliga a callarse. Aquel signo masónico lo aprendió de Caderousse. Reconocieron en seguida a uno de los suyos.”

“Stavrovicha, is a selfish, vain, and unattractive creature who deserts her husband in favour of a young officer, Balashev. Her elderly, betrayed”

“..а един друг глас в душата му казваше,че човек не трябва да се подчинява на миналото и че може да направи всичко със себе си.”

“In the entr’acte Levin and Pestsov fell into an argument upon the merits and defects of music of the Wagner school. Levin maintained that the mistake of Wagner and all his followers lay in their trying to take music into the sphere of another art, just as poetry goes wrong when it tries to paint a face as the art of painting ought to do, and as an instance of this mistake he cited the sculptor who carved in marble certain poetic phantasms flitting round the figure of the poet on the pedestal. "These phantoms were so far from being phantoms that they were positively clinging on the ladder," said Levin. [...] Pestsov maintained that art is one, and that it can attain its highest manifestations only by conjunction with all kinds of art.”

“With one burning hand she held his and with the other she kept pushing him away.”

“Ba am o religie, religia mea, sunt chiar mai religios decât ei toţi, cu maimuţărelile şi cu jongleriile lor! Tocmai că-l slăvesc pe Dumnezeu. Cred în Fiinţa supremă, într-un Creator, oricare ar fi el, puţin îmi pasă, care ne-a lăsat aici pe pământ ca să ne ducem la bun sfârşit datoria de cetăţean şi de cap de familie; dar n-am nevoie să intru într-o biserică, să sărut talgere de argint şi să îngraş din buzunarul meu o adunătură de pişicheri care mănâncă mai îndestulat ca noi! Fiindcă îl poţi cinsti la fel de bine şi într-o pădure, pe câmp sau chiar contemplând tăriile, aşa cum făceau anticii. Dumnezeul meu este Dumnezeul lui Socrate, al lui Franklin, al lui Voltaire şi al lui Beranger! Eu sunt pentru Profesiunea de credinţă a vicarului savoyard şi pentru nemuritoarele principii de la 89! De aceea nu accept un moşulică Doamne-Doamne, care se plimbă prin grădina lui cu toiagul în mână, care-şi găzduieşte prietenii în burţile balenelor, moare ţipând şi învie după trei zile: lucruri absurde în sine şi care, de altminteri, contrazic toate legile fizicii; ceea ce ne dovedeşte, în treacăt, că popii s-au bălăcit întotdeauna într-o ignoranţă abjectă, în care se străduiesc să cufunde şi populaţiile.”

“Ach, het is maar weinig, de dood!' dacht zij; 'ik ga wat slapen, en dan is alles uit!' Zij dronk een slok water en keerde zich naar de muur. Die afschuwelijke inktsmaak hield maar aan. 'Ik heb dorst!... O, wat heb ik een dorst!' zuchtte zij. 'Wat heb je toch?' vroeg Charles en reikte haar een glas aan. 'Niets!... Zet het raam open... Ik stik hier!' En zij kreeg plotseling zo'n aanval van misselijkheid dat zij nauwelijks tijd had om haar zakdoek onder haar kussen vandaan te halen. 'Neem hem mee!' zei ze haastig; 'gooi weg!' Hij stelde haar vragen; zij antwoordde niet. Ze bleef stil liggen, bang dat ze bij de minste beweging zou overgeven. Intussen voelde zij een ijzige kou optrekken van haar voeten naar haar hart. 'Ach, nu begint het!' mompelde zij.”

“It seemed to her that certain places on the earth must yield happiness, like a plant peculiar to that soil and growing poorly anywhere else.”

“Mais plus Emma s’apercevait de son amour, plus elle le refoulait, afin qu’il ne parût pas, et pour le diminuer. Elle aurait voulu que Léon s’en doutât ; et elle imaginait des hasards, des catastrophes qui l’eussent facilité. Ce qui la retenait, sans doute, c’était la paresse ou l’épouvante, et la pudeur aussi. Elle songeait qu’elle l’avait repoussé trop loin, qu’il n’était plus temps, que tout était perdu. Puis l’orgueil, la joie de se dire : « je suis vertueuse », et de se regarder dans la glace en prenant des poses résignées, la consolait un peu du sacrifice qu’elle croyait faire.”

“Every time Leon had to tell her everything that he had done since their last meeting. She asked him for some verses - some verses for herself, a "love poem" in honour of her. But he never succeeded in getting a rhyme for the second verse; and at last ended by copying for her a sonnet in a "Keepsake". This was less from vanity than from the one desire of pleasing her. He did not question her ideas; he accepted all her tastes; he was rather becoming her mistress than she his. She had tender words and kisses that thrilled his soul. Where could she have learned this corruption almost incorporeal in the strength of its profundity and dissimulation?”

“Liefdes' adem was getogen door de mazen van het weefsel; in iedere steek van de naald had zich een verwachting of een herinnering vastgelegd; en al die dooreengewerkte zijden draden waren één groot getuigenis van die gestadige stille hartstocht.”

“not by gunpowder but by those who invented it would matters be settled.”