Inspirational Quotes by Fyodor Dostoevsky

“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.”

“Era uno de esos sentimientos puros que en nada obstaculizan el disfrute de la existencia, que se fomentan porque son raros y cuya pérdida resultaría más triste que gozosa fuera su posesión.”

“Before her marriage, she had believed that what she was experiencing was love; but since the happiness that should have resulted from that love had not come, she thought she must have been mistaken. And Emma tried to find out just what was meant, in life, by the words bliss, passion, and intoxication, which had seemed so beautiful to her in books.”

“even, like them, leave a name carved upon the wall.”

“Emma, who had taken his arm, bent lightly against his shoulder, and she looked at the sun’s disc shedding afar through the mist his pale splendour.”

“D'abord sur les yeux, qui avaient tant convoité toutes les somptuosités terrestres ; puis sur les narines, friandes de brises tièdes et de senteurs amoureuses ; puis sur la bouche, qui s'était ouverte pour le mensonge, qui avait gémi d'orgueil et crié dans la luxure ; puis sur les mains, qui se délectaient aux contacts suaves, et enfin sur les plantes des pieds, si rapides autrefois quand elle courait à l'assouvissance de ses désirs et qui maintenant ne marcheraient plus.”

“I no em vull referir a aquesta intel·ligència superficial, ornament balder dels esperits ociosos, ans a aquesta intel·ligència profunda i modera que s'aplica, per damunt de tot, a la consecució de coses útils.”

“As to Emma, she did not ask herself whether she loved. Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings—a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss”

“Il obéit donc ; mais la hardiesse de son désir protesta contre la servilité de sa conduite, et, par une sorte d’hypocrisie naïve, il estima que cette défense de la voir était pour lui comme un droit de l’aimer.”

“Quanto a Emma, evitava di domandarsi se lo amasse. Era convinta che l'amore dovesse arrivare di colpo, accompagnato da luci e fragori, simile a un uragano celeste che piomba sulla vita, la sconvolge, travolgendo la volontà come foglie secche, e trascina ogni sentimento nell'abisso. Non sapeva che la pioggia a goccia a goccia crea laghetti sulle terrazze delle case, quando le grondaie sono otturate, e avrebbe continuato a credersi al sicuro se d'improvviso non avesse scoperto una falla nelle sue difese.”