Inspirational Quotes by Fyodor Dostoevsky

“Вчера я, встретив вас, пришла домой и выдумала одну картину. Христа пишут живописцы всё по евангельским сказаниям; я бы написала иначе: я бы изобразила его одного. Я оставила бы с ним только одного маленького ребенка. Ребенок играл подле него; может быть, рассказывал ему что-нибудь на своем детском языке, Христос его слушал, но теперь задумался; рука его невольно, забывчиво осталась на светлой головке ребенка. Он смотрит в даль, в горизонт; мысль, великая, как весь мир, покоится в его взгляде; лицо грустное. Ребенок замолк, облокотился на его колена и, подперши ручкой щеку, поднял головку и задумчиво, как дети иногда задумываются, пристально на него смотрит. Солнце заходит… Вот моя картина!”

“I have often been struck by the fact that parents know their children so little.”

“What does it matter if it’s an illness, then?’ he decided, at last, ‘what does it matter that it’s an abnormal tension, if the result itself, if the moment of sensation, recalled and examined in a condition of health, turns out to be the highest degree of harmony and beauty, yields a hitherto unheard-of and undreamed-of sense of completeness, proportion, reconciliation and an ecstatic, prayerful fusion with the highest synthesis of life?”

“«Capita d'incontrare persone, anche a noi totalmente sconosciute, che ci cominciano ad interessare fin dal primo sguardo, per così dire di colpo, prima che abbiano detto una parola»”

“وای ناستنکا ، تنها ماندن سخت مخزون خواهد بود. محزون است که حتی کاری نکرده باشی که افسوسش را بخوری. هیچ ، هیچ ، هیچ. زیرا آنچه بر باد رفته چیزی نبوده است. هیچ، یک "هیچ" احمقانه و بی معنی ، همه خواب بوده است.”

“It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader. The sky was so starry, so bright that, looking at it, one could not help asking oneself whether ill-humoured and capricious people could live under such a sky. That is a youthful question too, dear reader, very youthful, but may the Lord put it more frequently into your heart!”

“I have sometimes thought that if ever I return home, I shall get more grief than joy from my impressions there. I have not lived your life, and much in it is unknown to me, and indeed, no one can really know exactly his fellow-mortal's life; still, human feeling is common to us all, and it seems to me that everyone who has been banished must live all his past grief over again in consciousness and memory, on his return home. It is like a balance, by which one can test the true gravity of what one has endured, gone through, and lost. God grant you a long life ! I have heard from many people that you are very religious. But not because you are religious, but because I myself have learnt it and gone through it, I want to say to you that in such moments, one does, " like dry grass," thirst after faith, and that one finds it in the end, solely and simply because one sees the truth more clearly when one is unhappy. I want to say to you, about myself, that I am a child of this age, a child of unfaith and scepticism, and probably (indeed I know it) shall remain so to the end of my life. How dreadfully has it tormented me (and torments me even now)—this longing for faith, which is all the stronger for the proofs I have against it. And yet God gives me sometimes moments of perfect peace; in such moments I love and believe that I am loved;”

“Konstantin Levin did not like talking or hearing about the beauty of nature. For him words took away the beauty of what he saw.”

“...the aim of civilization is to translate everything into enjoyment.”

“If you look for perfection, you will never be satisfied.”

“I've enough pride never to let myself love a man who does not love me.”

“And before you know it, the object disappears, arguments evaporate; no culprit is discovered, the offense ceases to be an offense and becomes a matter of fate, like the toothache which cannot be blamed on anyone, and the only thing that's left is, once again, to bang the wall as hard as you can. ”

“Moreover, during his wife's confinement, something had happened that seemed extraordinary to him. He, an unbeliever, had fallen into praying, and at the moment he prayed, he believed. But that moment had passed, and he could not make his state of mind at that moment fit into the rest of his life.”

“We are assured that the world is becoming more and more united, is being formed into brotherly communion, by the shortening of distances, by the transmitting of thoughts through the air. Alas, do not believe in such a union of people. Taking freedom to mean the increase and prompt satisfaction of needs, they distort their own nature, for they generate many meaningless and foolish desires, habits, and the most absurd fancies in themselves. They live only for mutual envy, for pleasure-seeking and self-display.”

“A volte l'uomo è straordinariamente, appassionatamente innamorato della sofferenza.”

“She felt as though everything were beginning to be double in her soul, just as objects sometimes appear double to over-tired eyes. She hardly knew at times what it was she feared, and what she hoped for. Whether she feared or desired what had happened, or what was going to happen, and exactly what she longed for, she could not have said.”

“For the first time in his life he knew the bitterest sort of misfortune, misfortune beyond remedy, misfortune his own fault.”

“in order to understand any man one must be deliberate and careful to avoid forming prejudices and mistaken ideas, which are very difficult to correct and get over afterwards.”

“He thought of nothing. Some thoughts or fragments of thoughts, some images without order or coherence floated before his mind--faces of people he had seen in his childhood or met somewhere once, whom he would never have recalled, the belfry of the church at V., the billiard table in a restaurant and some officers playing billiards, the smell of cigars in some underground tobacco shop, a tavern room, a back staircase quite dark, all sloppy with dirty water and strewn with egg-shells, and the Sunday bells floating in from somewhere.... The images followed one another, whirling like a hurricane. Some of them he liked and tried to clutch at, but they faded and all the while there was an oppression within him, but it was not overwhelming, sometimes it was even pleasant.... The slight shivering still persisted, but that too was an almost pleasant sensation.”

“Din orice situatie exista o iesire”