"She has created him, and suddenly she has believed in her own creation. He was a kind of some of her dreams…"
— Fyodor Dostoevsky “Devils” (via infinity-alice)
"What irks me is that they lie and then worship their own lies."
— Fyodor Dostoevsky (via highschoolnihilism)
"Go at once, this very minute, stand at the cross-roads, bow down, first kiss the earth which you have defiled, and then bow down to all the world and say to all men aloud, ‘I am a murderer!’ Then God will send you life again. Will you go, will you go?"
— Fyodor Dostoevsky - Crime and Punishment (via lesocialoutcast)
"There is always something, a remnant, which will never come out from your brain, but will remain there with you, and you alone, for ever and ever, and you will die, perhaps, without having imparted what may be the very essence of your idea to a single living soul."
— The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via normalhumanparanoia)
Человек есть существо ко всему привыкающее, и, я думаю, это самое лучшее его определение.
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Underlined passage, Poor Folk and Other Stories (in an entry with today’s date on it!) by Dosto(y)evsky.
"Sorrow compressed my heart, and I felt I would die, and then … Well, then I woke up."
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man (via theperpetualflux)
"We were not asked, you see. We were made different, with different tastes and feelings without being consulted."
— The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via normalhumanparanoia)
"I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and we’re both unhappy, and we both suffer."
— The Idiot; Fyodor Dostoevsky (via cranialdissection)
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"Because such violent, wild love works like a fit, like a deadly noose, like an illness, and - as soon as you reach satisfaction - the scales fall at once and the opposite feeling appears: disgust and hatred, the wish to exterminate, to crush"
— Fyodor Dostoevsky - The Adolescent (via lesocialoutcast)
