“And I realise now, more than ever, that I have lost all my best years!” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“The chiseled beauty of his features, like an ancient greek coin.” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“It's difficult to judge beauty; I am not ready yet. Beauty is a riddle.” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“I walked along singing, for when I am happy I am always humming to myself like every man who has no friend… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“I love beauty. I am a nihilist, but I love beauty. Do nihilists not love beauty? They” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“[...] he is the artist of his own life, and creates it for himself every hour to suit his latest whim.” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Beauty is not only a terrible thing, it is also a mysterious thing. There God and the Devil strive for mastery, and… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
I believe there is nothing lovelier, deeper, more sympathetic, and more perfect than the Savior; there is in the world only one… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“There is something in expressly touching in nature round Petersburg, when at the approach of spring she puts forth all her might,… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“it may happen that he sends a letter in verse, a mag-ni-fi-cent one, but which afterward he might wish to bring back… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Is it true that you insisted you knew no difference in beauty between some brutal sensual stunt and any great deed, even… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“All we Karamazovs are such insects. And angel as you are, that insect lives in you, too, and will stir up a… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Although Pulcheria Alexandrovna was forty-three, her face still retained traces of her former beauty; she looked much younger than her age, indeed,… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“That there was, indeed, beauty and harmony in those abnormal moments, that they really contained the highest synthesis of life, he could… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky 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 Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Connoisseurs of Russian beauty could have foretold with certainty that this fresh, still youthful beauty would lose its harmony by the age… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Beauty is not only a terrible thing, it is also a mysterious thing. There God and the Devil strive for mastery, and the battleground… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Listen! I know it's not right to talk. Better to set an example, better to just start - I have already started - and… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“When all are undressed, one is somehow not ashamed, but when one's the only one undressed and everybody is looking, it's degrading,' he kept… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“And what if there are only spiders there, or something of that sort” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“I repeat, I repeat with emphasis: all "direct" persons and men of action are active just because they are stupid and limited. How explain… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“He is a man of intelligence, but to act sensibly, intelligence is not enough.” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“if [God] doesn't exist, man is the chief of the earth, of the universe. Magnificent! Only how is he going to be good without… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“From an encounter in 1862... “Dickens told me,” Dostoyevsky recalled in a letter written years later, “that all the good, simple people in his… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“It must be the top drawer," he reflected. "So she carries the keys in a pocket on the right. All in one bunch on… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“- You take evil for good. It's a passing crisis. It's the result of your illness, perhaps. - You do despise me! It's simply… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Clouds overlaid the sky as with a shroud of mist, and everything looked sad, rainy, and threatening under a fine drizzle which was beating… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image