It is not possible to eat me without insisting that I sing praises of my devourer?

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor Dostoevsky

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Nationality: Russian


It is not possible to eat me without insisting that I sing praises of my devourer? Fyodor Dostoevsky

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I maintain that he is in his right mind, and that if he had not been, he would have behaved more cleverly.

No man lives, can live, without having some object in view, and making efforts to attain that object.

Depravity in such a place, the depravity of last hopes, the depravity of flabby and rotting corpses and—not even sparing the last moments of consciousness! They're given, they're made a gift of these moments and...

And to you, my dear visitors, I wish to speak of this youth, my brother, for there has been no appearance in my life more precious than this one, more prophetic and moving. My heart feels tender, and at this moment I am contemplating my whole life as if I were living it all anew ...

Stop, stop your mean, vile anecdotes, you depraved, mean, sensual man!

You see, Rodya, to my thinking, the great thing for getting on in the world is always to keep to the seasons; if you don't insist on having asparagus in January, you keep your money in your purse!

I sometimes think love consists precisely of the voluntary gift by the loved object of the right to tyrannize over it.

I want to attempt a thing like that and am frightened by these trifles," he thought, with an odd smile. "Hm … yes, all is in a man's hands and he lets it all slip from cowardice, that's an axiom. It would be interesting to know what it is men are most afraid of.

On the other hand, all your thoughts, all the seeds you have sown, which perhaps you have already forgotten, will take root and grow; the one who has received from you will give to another. And how can you know what part you will play in the future resolution of the fates of mankind?

Existentialism isn't so atheistic that it wears itself out showing that God doesn't exist. Rather, it declares that even if God did exist, that would change nothing.

Everyone must look out for himself, and the best time is had by those who're best able to decieve themselves.

The triumphant sense of security, of deliverance from overwhelming danger, that was what filled his whole soul that moment without thought for the future, without analysis, without suppositions or surmises, without doubts and without questioning. It was an instant of full, direct, purely instinctive joy.

There is a great and unresolved thought in him. He's one of those who don't need millions, but need to resolve their thought.

Take a soldier and put him right in front of a cannon in a battle and fire it at him, and he'll go on hoping, but read out a certain death sentence to that same soldier, and he'll go mad, or start to weep.