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
Fyodor Dostoevsky quotes about
stupid men gentleman
Suppose, gentleman, that man is not stupid.
passion slave reason
Reason is the slave of passion.
falling-in-love sorry eye
And you're sorry that the ephemeral beauty has faded so rapidly, so irretrievably, that it flashed so deceptively and pointlessly before your eyes--you're sorry, for you didn't even have time to fall in love...
suffering able consciousness
What is hell?...The suffering that comes from the consciousness that one is no longer able to love.
wall accepting consequence
You must accept it as it is, and hence accept all consequences. A wall is indeed a wall.
gratitude world-and-love embracing-love
If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery of things.
beautiful fall down-and
Because I'm a Karamazov. Because 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.
hymns shame brothers-karamazov
And so in that very shame I suddenly begin a hymn.
reading writing ideas
I don’t even know what I’m writing, I have no idea, I don’t know anything, and I’m not reading over it, and I’m not correcting my style, and I’m writing just for the sake of writing, just for the sake of writing more to you… My precious, my darling, my dearest!
karma children father
Fathers, provoke not your children to wrath.
mistake making-mistakes doe
Of course I shall go astray often...for who does not make mistakes? But I cannot go far wrong for I have seen the truth.
loneliness
I am alone, I thought, and they are everybody.
mets used crowded
Walking along the crowded row He met the one he used to know.
love-you insanity secret
I wanted to fathom her secrets; I wanted her to come to me and say: "I love you," and if not that, if that was senseless insanity, then...well, what was there to care about? Did I know what I wanted? I was like one demented: all I wanted was to be near her, in the halo of her glory, in her radiance, always, for ever, all my life. I knew nothing more!