I suddenly dreamt that I picked up the revolver and aimed it straight at my heart my heart, and not my head;… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
When I look back at the past and think of all the time I squandered in error and idleness,... then my heart… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
My life is ending, I know that well, but every day that is left me I feel how my earthly life is… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
Although your mind works, your heart is darkened with depravity; and without a pure heart there can be no complete and true… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
A fool with a heart and no sense is just as unhappy as a fool with sense and no heart. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
They wanted to speak, but could not; tears stood in their eyes. They were both pale and thin; but those sick pale… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
But it is possible, it is possible: the old grief, by a great mystery of human life, gradually passes into quiet, tender… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we’re… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
A true friend of mankind whose heart has but once quivered in compassion over the sufferings of the people, will understand and… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
Love children especially, for they too are sinless like the angels; they live to soften and purify our hearts and, as it… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
I bless the rising sun each day, and, as before, my heart sings to meet it, but now I love even more… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
When I look back on my past and think how much time I wasted on nothing, how much time has been lost… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
A widow, the mother of a family, and from her heart she produces chords to which my whole being responds. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
Even those who have renounced Christianity and attack it, in their inmost being still follow the Christian ideal, for hitherto neither their… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
Dreams seem to be spurred on not by reason but by desire, not by the head but by the heart, and yet… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then . . . Well, then I woke up. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
They were renewed by love; the heart of each held infinite sources of life for the heart of the other. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have… — 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 Image
... you are a man still young, so to say, in your first youth and so put intellect above everything ... — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“It is true I am a complete stranger to these people, but they are not strangers to me.” — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
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 Image
They have this social justification for every nasty thing they do! — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
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 Image
“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 Image
The death of a child is the greatest reason to doubt the existence of God. — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
