“Clouds overlaid the sky as with a shroud of mist, and everything looked sad, rainy, and threatening under a fine drizzle which… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Yet as the evening of Sunday came on, a sadness as of death would overtake me, for at nine o'clock I had… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“He spoke of many things, he seemed anxious before the moment of death to say everything he had not said in his… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Reflect on the “I” which can grasp all this. If the “I’ can grasp the idea of the universe and its laws,… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Where was it that I read about a man condemned to death saying or thinking, an hour before his death, that if… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“As soon as he reflected seriously he was convinced of the existence of God and immortality, and at once he instinctively said… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“If the wickedness of people arouses indignation and insurmountable grief in you, to the point that you desire to revenge yourself upon… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Tell me yourself directly, I challenge you – reply: imagine that you yourself are erecting the edifice of human fortune with the… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“And a real , undoubted grief is sometimes capable of making a solid and steadfast man even out of a phenomenally light-minded… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Marriage is the moral death of every proud soul, of all independence.” — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Peacefully they will die, peacefully they will expire in Thy name, and beyond the grave they will find nothing but death. But… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“And who knows (one cannot vouch for it), perhaps the whole goal mankind strives for on earth consists just in this ceaselessness… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Why did I accept death? But I will ask, what use was life to me after that revolver had been raised against… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“If it could come about that each of us were to describe his innermost secrets –secrets which one would hesitate to tell… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Humanity will find in itself the power to live for virtue even without believing in immortality. It will find it in love… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“Fierce and solitary he awaited death, mistrustful and hostile to all” — 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