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
independent punishment way
To go wrong in one's own way is better then to go right in someone else's.
beauty heart fighting
Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.
men long anxiety
Man, so long as he remains free, has no more constant and agonizing anxiety than find as quickly as possible someone to worship.
men years suffering
Often a man endures for several years, submits and suffers the cruellest punishments, and then suddenly breaks out over some minute trifle, almost nothing at all.
stars lying night
All of a sudden I became aware of a little star in one of those patches and I began looking at it intently. That was because the little star gave me an idea: I made up my mind to kill myself that night. I had made up my mind to kill myself already two months before and, poor as I am, I bought myself an excellent revolver and loaded it the same day. But two months had elapsed and it was still lying in the drawer. I was so utterly indifferent to everything that I was anxious to wait for the moment when I would not be so indifferent and then kill myself. Why -- I don't know.
world want overcoming
If you want to overcome the whole world, overcome yourself.
life men piano
The whole work of man really seems to consist in nothing but proving to himself every minute that he is a man and not a piano key.
men scoundrels used
Man grows used to everything, the scoundrel!
punishment humanity suffering
I did not bow down to you, I bowed down to all the suffering of humanity.
sky drawing keys
At such times I felt something was drawing me away, and I kept fancying that if I walked straight on, far, far away and reached that line where the sky and earth meet, there I should find the key to the mystery, there I should see a new life a thousand times richer and more turbulent than ours.
my-friends ifs
My friends, God is necessary for me if only because he is the one being who can be loved eternally.
love-life disappear console
One must love life before loving its meaning ... yes, and when the love of life disappears, no meaning can console us.
hurt paris doctors
I tell you, the old-fashioned doctor who treated all diseases has completely disappeared, now there are only specialists, and they advertise all the time in the newspapers. If your nose hurts, they send you to Paris: there's a European specialist there, he treats noses. You go to Paris, he examines your nose: I can treat only your right nostril, he says, I don't treat left nostrils, it's not my specialty, but after me, go to Vienna, there's a separate specialist there who will finish treating your left nostril.
despotism ends unlimited
To begin with unlimited freedom is to end with unlimited despotism.