They have succeeded in accumulating a greater mass of objects, but the joy in the world has grown less. Fyodor Dostoevsky More Quotes by Fyodor Dostoevsky More Quotes From Fyodor Dostoevsky ... the more I learned, the more conscious did I become of the fact that I was ridiculous. So that for me my years of hard work at the university seem in the end to have existed for the sole purpose of demonstrating and proving to me, the more deeply engrossed I became in my studies, that I was an utterly absurd person Fyodor Dostoevsky hard-workpurposeyears To crush, to annihilate a man utterly, to inflict on him the most terrible of punishments so that the most ferocious murderer would shudder at it and dread it beforehand, one need only give him work of an absolutely, completely useless and irrational character. Fyodor Dostoevsky crushworkcharacter The chief thing is to love others like yourself, that's the chief thing, and that's everything; nothing else is wanted - you will find out at once how to arrange it all. Fyodor Dostoevsky chiefswantedlife I have seen the truth. It is not as though I had invented it in my mind. I have seen it, SEEN IT and the living image of it has filled my soul forever. Fyodor Dostoevsky soulmindforever And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking into these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him! Fyodor Dostoevsky eyedreamheart And you're sorry that the ephemeral beauty has faded so rapidly, so irretrievably, that it flashed so deceptively and pointlessly before your eyes - you're sorry, for you didn't even have time to fall in love. Fyodor Dostoevsky falling-in-loveeyesorry We are born dead, and we are becoming more and more contented with our condition. We are acquiring the taste for it. Fyodor Dostoevsky atheismtastefear I've made a terrible confession to you, he concluded gloomily. Do appreciate it, gentlemen. And it's not enough, not enough to appreciate it, you must not just appreciate it, it should also be precious to you, and if not, if this, too, goes past your souls, then it means you really do not respect me, gentlemen. I tell you that, and I will die of shame at having confessed to such men as you. Fyodor Dostoevsky menmeanpast Often a man endures for several years, submits and suffers the cruellest punishments, and then suddenly breaks out over some minute trifle, almost nothing at all. Fyodor Dostoevsky sufferingmenyears I do not rebel against my God, I simply do not accept his world. Fyodor Dostoevsky rebelacceptingworld Taking a new step. . .is what people fear most. Fyodor Dostoevsky fearinspirationallife Everywhere I am the object of an unbelievable esteem, the interest in me is, quite simply, tremendous. Fyodor Dostoevsky esteemunbelievableinterest There is nothing more alluring to man than freedom of conscience, but neither is there anything more agonizing. Fyodor Dostoevsky alluringagonizingmen I want to suffer so that I may love. Fyodor Dostoevsky sufferingwantmay Man is unhappy because he doesn't know he's happy. If anyone finds out he'll become happy at once. Fyodor Dostoevsky unhappyhappinessmen It's not miracles that generate faith, but faith that generates miracles. Fyodor Dostoevsky miracle How good life is when one does something good and just! Fyodor Dostoevsky good-lifedoekindness Love is a teacher, but one must know how to acquire it, for it is difficult to acquire, it is dearly bought, by long work over a long time, for one ought to love not for a chance moment but for all time. Anyone, even a wicked man, can love by chance. Fyodor Dostoevsky love-isteachermen Life is in ourselves and not in the external. Fyodor Dostoevsky deep-thoughtlife-is And in fact you're not like everyone else: you weren't ashamed just now to confess bad and even ridiculous things about yourself. Who would confess such things nowadays? No one, and people have even stopped feeling any need for self-judgment. Fyodor Dostoevsky selffeelingspeople
