Fyodor Dostoevsky
Fyodor Dostoevsky
Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoyevsky; 11 November 1821 – 9 February 1881), sometimes transliterated Dostoevsky, was a Russian novelist, short story writer, essayist, journalist and philosopher. Dostoyevsky's literary works explore human psychology in the troubled political, social, and spiritual atmosphere of 19th-century Russia, and engage with a variety of philosophical and religious themes...
ProfessionNovelist
Date of Birth11 November 1821
CityMoscow, Russia
lonely years eight
It suddenly seemed to me that I was lonely, that every one was forsaking me and going away from me. Of course, any one is entitled to ask who “every one” was. For though I had been living almost eight years in Petersburg I had hardly an acquaintance. But what did I want with acquaintances? I was acquainted with all Petersburg as it was...
forgive-me forgiving
Forgive me... for my love -for ruining you with my love.
hero adversity sight
What makes a hero? Courage, strength, morality, withstanding adversity? Are these the traits that truly show and create a hero? Is the light truly the source of darkness or vice versa? Is the soul a source of hope or despair? Who are these so called heroes and where do they come from? Are their origins in obscurity or in plain sight?
heart knows know-how
Only the heart knows how to find what is precious.
despair hopelessness pleasure
It's in despair that you find the sharpest pleasures, particularly when you are most acutely aware of the hopelessness of your position.
giving-up men roots
And yet I am convinced that man will never give up true suffering- that is, destruction and chaos. Why, suffering is the sole root of consciousness.
tails speak
Speak of a wolf and you see his tail!
pain years essence
But it's precisely in this cold, loathsome half-despair, half-belief, in this deliberate burying of yourself underground for forty years out of sheer pain, in this assiduously constructed, and yet somewhat dubious hopelessness, in all this poision of unfulfilled desires turned inward, this fever of vacillations, of resolutions adopted for eternity, and of repentances a moment later that you find the very essence of that strange, sharp pleasure.
wall accepting consequence
You must accept it as it is, and hence accept all consequences. A wall is indeed a wall.
life eye men
But man is so addicted to systems and to abstract conclusions that he is prepared deliberately to distort the truth, to close his eyes and ears, but justify his logic at all cost.
paradise life-is refuse
Life is paradise, and we are all in paradise, but we refuse to see it.
facts hundred you-again
You can't be angry with me, because I am a hundred times more severely punished than you, if only by the fact that I shall never see you again.
falling-in-love sorry eye
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...
lying deep-thought achieve
Happiness lies not in happiness but only in the attempt to achieve it.