Super Quotes #77 : Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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  • Crezi că n-am s-o iubesc toată viața?
  • Eu cred că o vei iubi până la capătul vieții, dar nu te vei simți mereu la fel de fericit lângă ea...

Fyodor Dostoyevsky


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Stepan Trofimovich managed to touch the deepest strings in his friend's heart and to call forth in him the first, still uncertain sensation of that age-old, sacred anguish which the chosen soul, having once tasted and known it, will never exchange for any cheap satisfaction. (There are lovers of this anguish who cherish it more than the most radical satisfaction, if that were even possible.)

I want to be there when every one suddenly understands what it has all been for. All the religions of the world are built by this longing, and I am a believer.

Besides, they have put too high a price on harmony; we can’t afford to pay so much for admission. And therefore I hasten to return my ticket. And it is my duty, if only as an honest man, to return it as far ahead of time as possible.

Which is what I am doing. It’s not that I don’t accept God, Alyosha, I just most respectfully return him the ticket.

For the whole world to vanish into thin air, or for me not to drink my tea? I say, let the world perish if I can always drink my tea.

Now, I did know a certain young lady of the 'romantic' generation of not so long ago who, after being mysteriously in love for several years with a certain gentleman whom she could have married at any time without the least difficulty, suddenly broke off their relationship, inventing for herself all manner of insurmountable obstacles, and one stormy night plunged from a high, precipitous cliff into a fairly deep and fast-flowing river, where she perished from her own caprice solely through her attempt to imitate Shakespeare's Ophelia, for, had the precipice, which she had long before singled out and been compulsively drawn to, been less picturesque, and had there been only a prosaically flat bank in its stead, perhaps there would have been no suicide at all.

Oamenii sunt făcuți

să se chinuie unii pe alții.

Tragic phrases comfort the heart… Without them, sorrow would be too heavy for men to bear.

My wretched passions were acute, smarting, from my continual, sickly irritability I had hysterical impulses, with tears and convulsions. I had no resource except reading, that is, there was nothing in my surroundings which I could respect and which attracted me. I was overwhelmed with depression, too; I had an hysterical craving for incongruity and for contrast, and so I took to vice.

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