And so I ask myself: 'Where are your dreams?' And I shake my head and mutter: 'How the years go by!' And… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
“I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can't help re-living such moments as these in… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
“An anxiety with no object or purpose in the present, and in the future nothing but endless sacrifice, by means of which… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
“Do you know that, maybe, I shall leave off grieving over the crime and sin of my life? for such a life… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
Believe to the end, even if all men went astray and you were left the only one faithful; bring your offering even then and… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share
... you are a man still young, so to say, in your first youth and so put intellect above everything ... — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share
“There is only one salvation for you: take yourself up, and make yourself responsible for all the sins of men. For indeed it is… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share
“It is true I am a complete stranger to these people, but they are not strangers to me.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share
Love to throw yourself on the earth and kiss it. Kiss the earth and love it with an unceasing, consuming love. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share
If you are penitent, you love. And if you love you are of God. All things are atoned for, all things are saved by… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share
“To kill for murder is a punishment incomparably worse than the crime itself. Murder by legal sentence is immeasurably more terrible than murder by… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share
The death of a child is the greatest reason to doubt the existence of God. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share
In a way there's only a fine shade of difference between the healthy and the deranged. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share
“Now answer me, sincerely, honestly, who lives past forty? I'll tell you who does: fools and scoundrels.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share
“There are crimes that are truly uncomely. With crimes, whatever they may be, the more blood, the more horror there is, the more imposing… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share
