Inspirational Quotes by Fyodor Dostoevsky

“شعر بأنه لا يستطيع بعد هذه اللحظة أن يلتقي بأي كان ، و أن لقاء الناس يؤلمه و يزعجه”

“I don't know how to be myself. It's like I'm permanently outside myself. Like, like you could push your hands straight through me if you wanted to. And I can see the type of man I want to be versus the type of man I actually am and I know that I'm doing it but I'm incapable of what needs to be done. I'm like Pinocchio, a wooden boy. Not a real boy. And it kills me.”

“There was no solution, but that universal solution which life gives to all questions, even the most complex and insoluble. That answer is: one must live in the needs of the day—that is, forget oneself. To forget himself in sleep was impossible now, at least till nighttime; he could not go back now to the music sung by the decanter-women; so he must forget himself in the dream of daily life.”

“I am a wicked man... But do you know, gentlemen, what was the main point about my wickedness? The whole thing, precisely was, the greatest nastiness precisely lay in my being shamefully conscious every moment, even in moments of the greatest bile, that I was not only not a wicked man but was not even an embittered man, that I was simply frightening sparrows in vain, and pleasing myself with it.”

“And a , undoubted grief is sometimes capable of making a solid and steadfast man even out of a phenomenally light-minded one, if only for a short time; moreover, real and true grief has sometimes even made fools more intelligent, also only for a time, of course; grief has this property.”

“الإنسانُ حيوانٌ يتعود.”

“Nature does not ask your permission, she has nothing to do with your wishes, and whether you like her laws or dislike them, you are bound to accept her as she is, and consequently all her conclusions.”

“He does not like showing his feelings and would rather do a cruel thing than open his heart freely.”

“You know the direct, legitimate fruit of consciousness is inertia, that is, conscious sitting-with-the-hands-folded. I have referred to this already. I repeat, I repeat with emphasis: all “direct” persons and men of action are active just because they are stupid and limited. How explain that? I will tell you:”

“بالطبع ساعدتني القراءة كثيراً ، وحركت مُخيلتي، وأمدتني بالمسرات والآلام، لكنها كانت في لحظات أخرى، تزعجني حد الموت”

“At that time I was only twenty-four years old. My life then was already gloomy, disorderly, and solitary to the point of savagery.”

“هل فكرتم -أيها السادة- في العدد المروع من الشباب الذين ينتحرون في بلادنا؟ إنهم يقتلون أنفسهم بلا كلام، دون يتسائلوا -كما فعل هاملت- عما سيصيرون إليه بعد الموت. لكأن مشكلة النفس الإنسانية والمصير الذي ينتظرنا في الحياة الآخرة أصبحت غريبة عن عقولهم، قد نسوا ودفنوا هذا النوع من الاهتمامات والتساؤلات منذ زمن طويل.”

“The essence of religious feeling does not come under any sort of reasoning or atheism, and has nothing to do with any crimes or misdemeanors. There is something else here, and there will always be something else - something that the atheists will for ever slur over; they will always be talking of something else.”

“this is what I've wasted my life on”

“Indeed, for the last three years, he had carefully avoided her, as a result of the natural cowardice so characteristic of the stronger sex...”

“This child, with his naive outlook on life was the compass which showed them the degree of their departure from what they knew but did not want to know.”

“إن الإستبداد عادة، قادرة على أن تنمو وتتطور وأن تغدو مع الوقت مرضًا. وأؤكد أن أفضل إنسان في العالم يمكن بحكم العادة أن يقسو وأن يتبلد حتى ينحط إلى مستوى حيوان مفترس”

“The question of how things will settle down is the only important question...”

“.. But do you understand, I cry to him, do you understand that along with happiness, in the exact same way, in perfectly equal proportion, man also needs unhappiness ”

“Why, the isolation that prevails everywhere, above all in our age—it has not fully developed, it has not reached its limit yet. For every one strives to keep his individuality as apart as possible, wishes to secure the greatest possible fullness of life for himself; but meantime all his efforts result not in attaining fullness of life but self-destruction, for instead of self-realization he ends by arriving at complete solitude. 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. For he is accustomed to rely upon himself alone and to cut himself off from the whole; he has trained himself not to believe in the help of others, in men and in humanity, and only trembles for fear he should lose his money and the privileges that he has won for himself. Everywhere in these days men have, in their mockery, ceased to understand that the true security is to be found in social solidarity rather than in isolated individual effort. But this terrible individualism must inevitably have an end, and all will suddenly understand how unnaturally they are separated from one another. It will be the spirit of the time, and people will marvel that they have sat so long in darkness without seeing the light.”