“She was no more than fourteen, but that heart bad been broken, and had destroyed itself, savagely wounded by the outrage that had amazed and horrified her young childish conscience, overwhelmed her soul, pure as an angel’s, with unmerited shame, and torn from her a last cry of despair, unregarded, but defiantly shrieked into the dark night, into the blackness, the cold, the torrents of spring, while the wind howled….”
—Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment (via pisatofevrale)
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“…As it turns out, there isn’t even anyone to be angry with; that there is no object to be found, and maybe never will be; that it’s all a sleight-of-hand, a stacked deck, a cheat, that it’s all just slops—nobody knows what and nobody knows who, but in spite of all the uncertainties and stacked decks, it still hurts, and the more uncertain you are, the more it hurts!”
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes from Underground (via hippunk)
“Only look about you: blood is being spilt in the streams, and in the merriest way, as though it were champagne.”
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes From Underground, 1864 (via militantsnoozer)
“… And what is it that civilization softens in us? The only gain of civilization for mankind is the greater capacity for variety of sensations— and absolutely nothing more. And through the development of this many-sidedness man may come to finding bloodshed”
—Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from the Underground (via daplaney)
“Everyone in the world is good, every one of them. The world is a good place. We may be bad, but the world is a good place. We’re bad and good, both bad and good…”
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via outofthedarkness)
“I almost do not exist now and I know it; God knows what lives in me in place of me.”
—Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot (via ru2)
“I was so used to thinking and imagining everything from books, and to picturing everything in the world to myself as I had devised it beforehand in my dreams”
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, Notes From Underground (via wakeupnietzsche)
“I often used to think I was like Raskolnikov, except I never met Sonia.”
—Ushikawa in Haruki Murakami’s 1Q84 (via savanna)
“Why am I going there now? Am I capable of that? Is that serious? It is not serious at all. It’s simply a fantasy to amuse myself; a plaything! Yes, maybe it is a plaything.”
—Dostoevsky. Crime and Punishment. (via taiamadeleine)
“In words you may say and imply anything you like; but to decide, to begin, and to in fact carry through — no, that, I tell you, is character!”
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Adolescent (via mecham)
