The righteous man departs, but his light remains.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Profession: Author
Nationality: Russian

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Here was my whole life hanging on his one word! Surely I was serious enough?

And what does it mean - ridiculous? wWhat does it matter how many times a man is or seems to be ridiculous? Besides, nowadays almost all capable people are terribly afraid of being ridiculous, and are miserable because of it.

If we're to come to love a man, the man himself should stay hidden, because as soon as he shows his face--love vanishes.

And try letting yourself be carried away by your feelings, blindly, without reflection, without a primary cause, repelling consciousness at least for a time, hate or love, if only not to sit with your hands folded.

Accept suffering and redeem yourself by it, that's what you must do.

Sometimes I imagine that it was I that crucified him. He hanging there moaning, and I sit down facing him,eating pineapple compote. I like pineapple compote very much. Do u?

Yes, man is a pliable animal—he must be so defined—a being who gets accustomed to everything!

Reality is infinitely diverse, compared with even the subtlest conclusions of abstract thought, and does not allow of clear-cut and sweeping distinctions. Reality resists classification.

We are born dead, and moreover we have long ceased to be the sons of living fathers; and we become more and more contented with our condition. We are acquiring the taste for it. Soon we shall invent a method of being born from an idea.

Like busy bees in springtime, coming and going, sitting and standing, settling together and flying apart.

I utter what you would not dare think.

Brother, I'm not depressed and haven't lost spirit. Life everywhere is life, life is in ourselves and not in the external. There will be people near me, and to be a human being among human beings, and remain one forever, no matter what misfortunes befall, not to become depressed, and not to falter – this is what life is, herein lies its task.

Indeed, precious memories may remain even of a bad home, if only the heart knows how to find what is precious.

To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.