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"There is, indeed, nothing more annoying than to be, for instance, wealthy, of good family, nice-looking, fairly intelligent, and even good-natured, and yet to have no talents, no special faculty, no peculiarity even, not one idea of one’s own, to be precisely “like other people."
— Fyodor Dostoevsky,The Idiot (via substancem)
"If only fate had ranted him remorse, scalding remorse, harrowing the heart and driving sleep away, such remorse as tortured men into dreaming of the rope or deep still water! Oh, he would have welcomed it gladly! Tears and suffering-they, after all. are also life."
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment (via greatrelease)
"Two is company, three is none."
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment (via greatrelease)
"The high road is something very, very long, of which one cannot see the end - like human life, like human dreams. There is an idea in the open road, but what sort of idea is there in traveling with posting tickets? Posting tickets mean an end to ideas. Vive la grand route and then as God wills."
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Possessed (via clioooooo)
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"Do you understand, sir, do you understand what it means when you have absolutely nowhere to turn?"
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment (via hbanana22)
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"Poetry is nonsense and justifies what would be considered imprudence in prose."
— Dostoevsky, “Devils” (via supernovasyntax)
Fyodor Dostoevsky: The Brothers Karamazov
Reader Submission: Title by man of many talents, Mike Molina.
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Yet he would sometimes stop in the house, or else in the yard or the street, fall into thought, and stand like that even for ten minutes. A physiognomist, studying him, would have said that his face showed neither thought nor reflection, but just some sort of contemplation. The painter Kramskoy has a remarkable painting entitled The Contemplator: it depicts a forest winter, and in the forest, standing all by himself on the road, in deepest solitude, a stray little peasant in a ragged caftan, and bast shoes; he stands as if he were lost in thought, but he is not thinking, he is “contemplating” something. If you nudged him, he would give a start and look at you as if he had just woken up, but without understanding anything. It’s true that he would come to himself at once, and yet, if he were asked what he had been thinking about while standing there, he would most likely not remember, but would most likely keep hidden away in himself the impression he had been under while contemplating. These impressions are dear to him, and he is most likely storing them up imperceptibly and even without realizing it—why and what for, of course, he does not know either…
- Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov, (Book 3, Chapter 6)
This is why you don’t let Hipsters and Rednecks make babies.
Also, doesn’t my camera take sexy pictures? Yes, yes it does.
"You are going to perform an act of virtue, and you don’t believe in virtue. That’s what tortures you and makes you angry. That’s why you are so vindictive… Why do you want to go if your sacrifice is of no use to anyone?"
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via greatrelease)
