You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Profession: Author
Nationality: Russian

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Don't you see, gentlemen? Reason is a fine thing, there's no question about it, but reason is only reason and only satisfies man's rational faculties, whereas desire is a manifestation of the whole of life, that is of the whole of human life, along with reason and all our head-scratching... not just the extraction of a square root.

May your sky always be clear, may your dear smile always be bright and happy, and may you be for ever blessed for that moment of bliss and happiness which you gave to another lonely and grateful heart. Isn't such a moment sufficient for the whole of one's life?

Don't be surprised that I value prejudice, observe certain conventions, seek power--it's because I know I live in an empty society.

Though the sleepy, myopic, and rather bald-pated figure reflected in the mirror was precisely of such insignificant quality as to arrest decidedly no one's exclusive attention at first sight, its owner evidently remained perfectly pleased with all he saw in the mirror.

Of course boredom may lead you to anything. It is boredom sets one sticking golden pins into people, but all that would not matter. What is bad (this is my comment again) is that I dare say people will be thankful for the gold pins then.

It's the great mystery of human life that old grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.

Despair can hold the most intense sorts of pleasure when one is strongly conscious of the hopelessness of one's position...

In wine is truth, and the truth had all come out, "that is, all the uncleanness of his coarse and envious heart"!

Man's nature acts as one whole, with everything that is in it, conscious or unconscious.

As a child he was fond of hanging cats and then burying them with ceremony.

Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering...

Before you there lie the Steppes, my darling—only the Steppes, the naked Steppes, the Steppes that are as bare as the palm of my hand. There there live only heartless old women and rude peasants and drunkards. There the trees have already shed their leaves. There abide but rain and cold.

Don't be overwise; fling yourself straight into life, without deliberation; don't be afraid - the flood will bear you to the bank and set you safe on your feet again.

Don't disturb yourselves. I am not mad, I am only a murderer.