The vast mass of mankind is mere material, and only exists in order by some great effort, by some mysterious process, by means of some crossing of races and stocks, to bring into the world at last perhaps one man out of a thousand with a spark of independence. — Fyodor Dostoevsky- Crime and Punishment (via iforgottotakemypill)
For anyone to love a man, he must be hidden, for as soon as he shows his face, love is gone — Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via eyes-of-the-beholders)
When I fall into the abyss, I go straight into it, head down and heels up, and I’m even pleased that I’m falling in just such a humiliating position, and for me I find it beautiful. And so in that very shame I suddenly begin a hymn. — Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via threedaysofrain)
Been reading Dostoevsky’s classic Crime and Punishment. About half-way through and thoroughly enjoying it. It’s part of my plan this summer to read a bunch of the classics which I never got around to reading during my education. While surfing the internet for an image related to the book, I came across this bizarre comic strip of Batman committing Raskolnikov’s double murder. (Un)fortunately, I have no context for this.
Dostoevsky - 4x6, White Conte on Black Charcoal Paper, April 9 2012
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In truth, my husband and I were persons of “quite different construction, different bent, completely dissimilar views.” But we always remained ourselves, in no way echoing nor currying favor with one another, neither of us trying to meddle with the other’s soul, neither I with his psyche nor he with mine. And in this way my good husband and I, both of us, felt ourselves free in spirit. — Anna Dostoevskaya, Dostoevsky: Reminiscences (via failuresoffeeling)
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Lack of originality, everywhere, all over the world, from time immemorial, has always been considered the foremost quality and the recommendation of the active, efficient and practical man. — Fyodor Dostoevsky (via mtgardella)
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There, I’ve written you a love-letter, my God, what have I done! Alyosha, don’t despise me, and if I’ve done something wicked and have hurt you, forgive me. The secret that could ruin my reputation for ever is in your hands.
I will certainly cry today. Au revoir. I simply dread the thought of meeting you.
— The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky (via evangelicals)(via evangelicals-deactivated2012041)
He wants money for nothing, without waiting or working! We’ve grown used to having everything ready made, to walking on crutches, to having our food chewed for us. Then the great hour struck, and every man showed himself in his true colors. — Crime and Punishment, Dostoyevsky (via yuhudit)
Crime & Punishment by Dostoevsky
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Oh, if only I did nothing simply as a result of laziness. Lord, how I’d respect myself then. I’d respect myself precisely because at least I’d be capable of being lazy; at least I’d possess one more or less positive trait of which I could be certain. Question: who am I? Answer: a sluggard. Why, it would have been very pleasant to hear that said about oneself. It would mean that I’d been positively identified; it would mean that there was something to be said about me. “A sluggard!” Why, that’s a calling and a vocation, a whole career! Don’t joke, it’s true. Then, by rights I’d be a member of the very best club and would occupy myself exclusively by being able to respect myself continually. — Fyodor Dostoevsky in Notes From Underground (via admiralobvious)
He went up to his room like a man who has been condemned to death. His mind was completely empty, and he was quite incapable of filling it with anything; but with his whole being he suddenly felt that he no longer possessed any freedom of thought or of will, and that everything had suddenly been decided once and for all. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment (via conitor)
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Imagine that you are creating a fabric of human destiny with the object of making men happy in the end… but that it was essential and inevitable to torture to death only one tiny creature … And to found that edifice on its unavenged tears: would you consent to be the architect on those conditions? Tell me, and tell me the truth! — Ivan Karamazov (The Brothers Karamazov), Fyodor Dostoevsky (via philphys)
Reading was, of course, a great help—it stirred, delighted, and tormented me. But at times it bored me terribly. — Dostoevsky’s Underground Man, Notes from Underground (via hollownoise)
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