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
moving-on heart past
When I look back on my past and think how much time I wasted on nothing, how much time has been lost in futilities, errors, laziness, incapacity to live; how little I appreciated it, how many times I sinned against my heart and soul-then my heart bleeds. Life is a gift, life is happiness, every minute can be an eternity of happiness.
sleep men blessing
Shower on him every blessing, drown him in a sea of happiness, give him economic prosperity such that he should have nothing else to do but sleep, eat cakes, and busy himself with the continuation of the species, and even then, out of sheer ingratitude, sheer spite, man would play you some nasty trick.
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.