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
children men woe
Woe to the man who offends a small child!
men bridges july
On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out of the garret in which he lodged in S. Place and walked slowly, as though in hesitation, towards K. bridge.
dream real night
I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.
men long consciousness
Thus, as a result of heightened consciousness, a man feels as if it's all right if he's bad as long as he knows it- as though that were any consolation.
god atheism there-is-no-god
If there is no God, everything is permitted.
imagine eternity conception
We always imagine eternity as something beyond our conception, something vast, vast! But why must it be vast?
sorrow messages lasts
This is my last message to you: in sorrow, seek happiness.
men common-sense able
One must be a great man indeed to be able to hold out even against common sense." "Or else a fool.
dry-up continuation-of-life literature
If you were to destroy the belief in immortality in mankind, not only love but every living force on which the continuation of all life in the world depended, would dry up at once.
good-night god stars
The darker the night, the brighter the stars, The deeper the grief, the closer is God!
thinking disease too-much
To think too much is a disease.
morning stars autumn
Filled with rapture, his soul yearned for freedom, space, vastness. Over him the heavenly dome, full of quiet, shining stars, hung boundlessly. From the zenith to the horizon the still-dim Milky Way stretched its double strand. Night, fresh and quiet, almost unstirring, enveloped the earth. The white towers and golden domes of the church gleamed in the sapphire sky. The luxuriant autumn asleep till morning. The silence of the earth seemed to merge with the silence of the heavens and the mystery of the earth touched the mystery of the stars.
heartbreak betrayal causes
Don’t let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably more complex and varied than our subsequent explanations of them.
firsts bundles position
At first it was simply liking, Nastenka, but now, now ! I am just in the same position as you were when you went to him with your bundle. In a worse position than you, Nastenka,because he cared for no one else as you do.