Inspirational Quotes by Fyodor Dostoevsky

“وأزدادت وطأة وحدتي وصمتي حتى أصبحتُ لا أجرؤ على أن أخرج منها...”

“Listen! This is where it began but I keep getting muddled... The fact of the matter is that I now want to recall everything, every trifle, every little detail. I still want to collect my thoughts and - I can't, and now there are these little details, these little details...”

“فهناك أناس يحبون أن يعتقدوا أن مُضطهدون مُهانون..”

“Why was it? Who drove you to it?' She replied, 'It had to be, my dear!' 'Weren't you happy? Is it my fault? I did all I could!' 'Yes, that is true — you are good — you.”

“حقا إنني لا أدري لماذا الحياة قصيرة هذا القصر كله. لا شك أن الغاية من قصرها هي ألا تكون مملة. ذلك أن الحياة هي أيضا عمل فني من أعمال الخالق الأعظم صاغها صيغة نهائية كاملة كقصيدة من قصائد بوشكين. إن الإيجاز أول شروط الفن. ولكن الذين لا يشعرون بالملل يجب أن يُتاح لهم أن يعيشوا مدة أطول”

“Remembering the ball became for Emma a daily occupation. Every time Wednesday came round, she told herself when she woke up: 'Ah! One week ago...two weeks ago...three weeks ago, I was there!' And, little by little, in her memory, the faces all blurred together; she forgot the tunes of the quadrilles; no longer could she so clearly picture the liveries and the rooms; some details disappeared, but the yearning remained.”

“As always, I do not blame anyone. I've tried great debauchery and exhausted my strength in it; but I don't like debauchery and I did not want it. You've been observing me lately. Do you know that I even looked at these negators of ours with spite, envying them their hopes? But your fears were empty: I could not be their comrade, because I shared nothing. Nor could I do it out of ridicule, for spite, and not because I was afraid of the ridiculous--I cannot be afraid of the ridiculous--but because, after all, I have the habits of a decent man and felt disgusted. Still, if I had more spite and envy for them, I might even have gone over to them....Your brother told me that he who loses his ties with his earth also loses his gods, that is, all his goals. One can argue endlessly about everything, but what poured out of me was only a negation, with no magnanimity and no force. Or not even negation. Everything is always shallow and listless. Magnanimous Kirillov could not endure his idea and--shot himself; but I do see that he was magnanimous because he was not in his right mind. I can never lose my mind, nor can I ever believe an idea to the same degree as he did. I cannot even entertain an idea to the same degree. I could never, never shoot myself! I know I ought to kill myself, to sweep myself off the earth like a vile insect; but I'm afraid of suicide, because I'm afraid of showing magnanimity. I know it will only be one more deceit--the last deceit in an endless series of deceits. What's the use of deceiving oneself just so as to play at magnanimity? There never can be indignation or shame in me; and so no despair either.”

“I swear, gentlemen, that to be too conscious is an illness--a real thorough-going illness. For”

“I know that my youth will triumph over everything - every disillusionment, every disgust with life. I’ve asked myself many times whether there is in in the world any despair that would overcome this frantic and perhaps unseemly thirst for life in me, and I've come to the conclusion that there isn't...”

“Love, she believed, must come suddenly, with great thunderclaps and bolts of lightening - a hurricane from heaven that drops down on your life, overturns it, tears away your will like a leaf, and carries your whole heart with it off into the abyss.”

“But the more Emma recognised her love, the more she crushed it down, that it might not be evident, that she might make it less. What restrained her was, no doubt, idleness and fear, and a sense of shame also. She thought she had repulsed him too much, that the time was past, that all was lost. Then pride, the joy of being able to say to herself 'I am virtuous', and to look at herself in the glass taking resigned poses, consoled her a little for the sacrifice she believed she was making.”

“أن يعيش المرء بغير إله فذلك عذاب. يلعن البشر ما قد ينير لهم الطريق، حتى دون أن يفطنوا إلى ما يفعلون. أين العقل والحكمة في هذا؟ إن الإنسان لا يستطيع أن يعيش بغير سجود. بغير سجود لا يمكن أن يحتمل الإنسان نفسه. ما من أحد قادر على هذا. فإذا جحد الله سجد لمعبود من خشب أو من ذهب، أو سجد لمعبود صنعه له الخيال إنهم جميعا وثنيون لا ملحدون ولكن كيف لا يكون هناك ملحدون! إن بعض الناس ملحدون حقا، وهؤلاء أبعث على الخوف والرهبة من الآخرين، لأن اسم الله ماثل في أفواههم دائما”

“Emma was just like any other mistress; and the charm of novelty, falling down slowly like a dress, exposed only the eternal monotony of passion, always the same forms and the same language.”

“One event sometimes had infinite ramifications and could change the whole settings of a person's life.”

“Maybe not, maybe not. Cheer up, Becky, and let's go on trying.”

“After all, it is sometimes rather enjoyable to feel insulted, is it not? For the person knows that no one has insulted him, and that he himself has thought up the insult and told lies as an ornament, has exaggerated in order to create a certain impression, has seized on a word and made a mountain out of a molehill – is well aware of this, and yet is the very first to feel insulted, feel insulted to the point of pleasure, to the point of great satisfaction, and for that very reason ends up nurturing a sense of true animosity…”

“يتحدث الناس أحياناً عن جرائم بهيمية، لكن ذلك ظلم وإهانة للحيوانات، فالحيوان لا يمكن أن يقسو مثل الإنسان، فالنمر يبكي ويقضم وليس أكثر من ذلك، فهو لا يفكر بتسمير الناس من آذانهم حتى ولو كان قادرًا على ذلك.”

“You pass by a little child, you pass by, spiteful, with ugly words, with wrathful heart; you may not have noticed the child, but he has seen you, and your image, unseemly and ignoble, may remain in his defenseless heart. You don’t know it, but you may have sown an evil seed in him and it may grow, and all because you were not careful before the child, because you did not foster in yourself a careful, actively benevolent love.”

“I think that if the devil does not exist, but man has created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness.”

“كان إيليوشا الصغير يحاول أن يخفي الضيق الذي يحسه ، ولكنه كان يدرك في قرارة قلبه المحطم المسحوق أن أباه قد أذله المجتمع، وأن ذكرى ذلك اليوم الرهيب جدا في الكباريه لا تفارقه لحظة . وكانت نينا الكسيحة ، أخت إيليوشا ، المهيضة الوديعة تكره ذلك أيضا ، حتى الأم البلهاء لم تجد في ذلك لذة كبيرة.”