Inspirational Quotes by Fyodor Dostoevsky

“Ne pleure pas ! lui dit-elle. Bientôt je ne te tourmenterai plus ! – Pourquoi ? Qui t’a forcée ? Elle répliqua : – Il le fallait, mon ami. – N’étais-tu pas heureuse ? Est-ce ma faute ? J’ai fait tout ce que j’ai pu pourtant ! – Oui…, c’est vrai…, tu es bon, toi !”

“(...) na zoveel onenigheid hadden ze elkaar ten slotte gevonden in dezelfde menselijke zwakheid; en zij verroerden zich al net zomin als het lijk naast hen, dat eveneens door de slaap scheen overmand”

“Elle ne demandait qu'à s'appuyer sur quelque chose plus solide que l'amour.”

“Ah ! il était parti, le seul charme de sa vie, le seul espoir possible d’une félicité ! Comment n’avait-elle pas saisi ce bonheur-là, quand il se présentait ! Pourquoi ne l’avoir pas retenu à deux mains, à deux genoux, quand il voulait s’enfuir ? Et elle se maudit de n’avoir pas aimé Léon”

“[...] Y haciéndole sentar al borde del lecho, empezaba a hablarle de sus penas. "El la olvidaba... Amaba a otra... Ya le habíand dicho que sería desgraciada." Y acababa pidiéndole algún jarabe para su salud y un poco más de amor.”

“Bir gün, birdenbire, tam umudumuzu kestiğimiz sırada. O zaman ufuklar aralanır; "İşte!" diye haykıran bir ses gibidir. Bir kimseye, yaşamınızın sırlarını dökmek, ona her şeyi vermek, onun için her şeyi feda etmek gereksinimini duyarsınız! İçinizdekileri anlatmazsınız birbirlerinize, anlatmadan seziverirsiniz. Düşlerde görmüşsünüzdür. Kısacası şuracıktadır, o kadar aranmış olan hazine şuracıkta, önünüzdedir; parlar, kıvılcımlar saçar. Gene de hala kuşku duyar insan, inanmaktan çekinir, gözleri kamaşıp kalır, karanlıklardan ışığa çıkar gibi...”

“A los ídolos no hay que tocarlos: se queda el dorado en las manos.”

“n’aimait la mer qu’à cause de ses tempêtes, et”

“Léon était las d’aimer sans résultat ; puis il commençait à sentir cet accablement que vous cause la répétition de la même vie, lorsque aucun intérêt ne la dirige et qu’aucune espérance ne la soutient.”

“L’amour, peu à peu, s’éteignit par l’absence, le regret s’étouffa sous l’habitude ; et cette lueur d’incendie qui empourprait son ciel pâle se couvrit de plus d’ombre et s’effaça par degrés.”

“لكم تمنت ان تفضي لأحد بهذه الخواطر جميعاً و لكن، كيف السبيل إلى الافصاح عن ذلك الصيق الذي يتعذر التعبير عنه و الذي تتبدل صوره كالسحاب ، و يعصف بنفسها كالرياح!”

“He had so often heard these things said that they did not strike him as original. Emma was like all his mistresses; and the charm of novelty, gradually falling away like a garment, laid bare the eternal monotony of passion, that has always the same forms and the same language. He did not distinguish, this man of so much experience, the difference of sentiment beneath the sameness of expression. Because lips libertine and venal had murmured such words to him, he believed but little in the candour of hers; exaggerated speeches hiding mediocre affections must be discounted; as if the fulness of the soul did not sometimes overflow in the emptiest metaphors, since no one can ever give the exact measure of his needs, nor of his conceptions, nor of his sorrows; and since human speech is like a cracked tin kettle, on which we hammer out tunes to make bears dance when we long to move the stars.”

“Bütün bunları belki birine anlatmak isterdi. Ama bulutlar gibi görünüş değiştiren, rüzgar gibi dönen bu kavranılmaz, tutulmaz huzursuzluğunu nasıl anlatmalıydı? Gerekli sözleri bulamıyordu, gerekli fırsattan, ataklıktan da yoksundu.”

“Fabricando fit faber, age quod agis.”

“Ils se regardèrent ; et leurs pensées, confondues dans la même angoisse, s’étreignaient étroitement, comme deux poitrines palpitantes. –”

“If our pains were only of some use to someone, we should find consolation in the thought of the sacrifice.”

“Well," he said, "don't you know that there are souls forever in torment? They must have alternate dream and action, the purest passions and the most violent satisfactions, and that way one stumbles into all sorts of whims, of follies.”

“Se asombraba algunas veces de las atroces conjeturas que se le pasaban por la cabeza; y tenía que seguir sonriendo, oír cómo le repetían lo feliz que era, fingir serlo, hacerlo creer.”

“Avrebbe voluto vivere in qualche vecchio maniero, come quelle castellane dal lungo corsetto che passavano le loro giornate sotto i trifogli delle ogive, col gomito sulla pietra e il mento appoggiato sulla mano, a veder arrivare, dall'estremo orizzonte della campagna, un cavaliere dalla piuma bianca galoppante su un cavallo nero!”

“Love, she believed, should come on all at once, with great claps of thunder and lightning - a hurricane from heaven that falls upon your life, turns it topsy-turvy, tears up intentions like leaves and sweeps your whole heart into the abyss.”