When you’re older, you will see yourself what significance age has upon convictions.
When you were talking to me here, I couldn’t sit still; when you cried here, when you tormented yourself because you were jilted, because your love was slighted and disregarded, I felt that in my heart there was so much love for you.
When you come to higher suffering- for an idea, for instance- he will very rarely admit that, perhaps because my face strikes him as not at all what he fancies a man should have who suffers for an idea. And so he deprives me instantly of his favor, and.
When you choose an elder, you renounce your own will and yield it to him in complete submission, complete.
When you are older, you'll understand for yourself the influence of age on convictions.
When we recall (the moment)...will not dare to laugh inwardly at having been kind and good at this moment…Let him laugh to himself, that does not matter, a man often laughs at what’s good and kind…But I assure you, boys, that as he laughs he will say at once in his heart: ‘No, I do wrong to laugh, for that’s not a thing to laugh at.
When reason fails, the devil helps!
When i look around me, i realize that people don't care, hardly anyone does, and i'm the only one who cannot bear it. It is dreadful, just dreadful!
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 such a position.
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.
When I am upstairs in my little garret I have only to remember and imagine the rustle of your dress, and I am ready to bite off my hands.
WHEN he was half-way there, the keen dry wind that had been blowing early that morning rose again, and a fine dry snow began falling thickly. It did not lie on the ground, but was whirled about by the wind, and soon there was a regular snowstorm.
When he reached the Neva he stood still for a minute and turned a keen glance up the river into the smoky frozen thickness of the distance, which was suddenly flushed crimson with the last purple and blood -red glow of sunset, still smouldering on the misty horizon... . Night lay over the city, and the.
When he heard about the bench, his heart began to beat horribly. A moment later he pulled himself together and, with shame, drove away the absurd thought.
What's the most offensive is not their lying- one can always forgive lying- lying is a delightful thing, for it leads to truth- what is offensive is that they lie and worship their own lying....
What's strange, what would be marvelous, is not that God should really exist; the marvel is that such an idea, the idea of the necessity of God, could enter the head of such a savage, vicious beast as man.
What's most revolting is that one is really sad! No, it's better at home. Here at least one blames others for everything and excuses oneself.
What's done in a hurry is never well done.
Whatever distinguishes one lump of flesh from another when we're alive, we're all the same once we're dead. Just used-up shells.
What’s the most offensive is not their lying — one can always forgive lying — lying is a delightful thing, for it leads to truth — what is offensive is that they lie and worship their own lying. . .
What’s more, any memoirs by eyewitnesses are a treasure, no matter who the eyewitness happens to be. Don’t you think so?