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n l'fkr lmsTH@ lsry`@ yfhmh lns bsr`@ khrq@, wl sym ljmhwr, lshr`. w'kthr mn dhlk 'nh t`d '`Zm l'fkr w'kthrh `bqry@, wlknh l t`d kdhlk l fy ywm Zhwrh. fm hw rkhyS lthmn l ydwm Twyl n lfhm lsry` dlyl `l~ btdhl lshy ldhy yjb fhmh
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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Una conciencia demasiado clarividente es (se lo aseguro a ustedes) una enfermedad, una verdadera enfermedad.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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lm y `zyzy 'n jmy` hdhh lnSy'H lty tsthdf nf` lakhryn lyst l tdkhl fy shw'wnhm wDmyrhm
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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wnm 'n lqyt lmshwshyn: hkdh yjb 'n ysmw. 'ns mn kl nw`, l ystTy` lmr Ht~ 'n yr~ rw'y@ wDH@ mn hm. bynhm kbr wSGr, wbynhm Hmq~ w`lm, wbynhm Ht~ 'frd mn `m@ lsh`b. whm jmy` mshwshwn nhm yqDwn Hythm klh fy lqr@ wlstdll wltfkyr, wqd mtl't nfwshm fttn blktb, wlknhm yZlwn dy'm fy lshk, wl ystT`ywn 'n y`zmw 'mrhm `l~ shy. mnhm mn tb`thrw tb`thr tm f'SbHw l ylHZwn 'nfshm, wmnhm mn jmdw fknw klSkhr`l~ mtl qlwbhm bl'Hlm, wmnhm khff l yHswn wl yktrthw..
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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A dream is a strange thing. Pictures appear with terrifying clarity, the minutest details engraved like pieces of jewelry, and yet we leap unawares through huge abysses of time and space. Dreams seem to be controlled by wish rather than reason, the heart rather than the head-and yet, what clever, tricky convolutions my reason sometimes makes while I'm asleep! Things quite beyond comprehension happen to reason in dreams!
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Man loves to construct and lay down roads, no question about it. But why is he so passionately fond of destruction and chaos? [...] Isn't man so passionately fond of destruction and chaos (and there's no disputing that he's sometimes very fond of them, that really is the case) that he himself instinctively fears achieving his goal and completing the building in the course of erection? How do you know - perhaps he only likes the building fro..
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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The door from the next room suddenly opened with a timid, quiet creak, as if thus announcing the entrance of a very insignificant person...
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'n y`ysh lmr bGyr lh fdhlk `dhb. yl`n lbshr m qd ynyr lhm lTryq, Ht~ dwn 'n yfTnw l~ m yf`lwn. 'yn l`ql wlHkm@ fy hdh? n lnsn l ystTy` 'n y`ysh bGyr sjwd. bGyr sjwd l ymkn 'n yHtml lnsn nfsh. m mn 'Hd qdr `l~ hdh. fdh jHd llh sjd lm`bwd mn khshb 'w mn dhhb, 'w sjd lm`bwd Sn`h lh lkhyl nhm jmy` wthnywn l mlHdwn wlkn kyf l ykwn hnk mlHdwn! n b`D lns mlHdwn Hq, whw'l 'b`th `l~ lkhwf wlrhb@ mn lakhryn, l'n sm llh mthl fy 'fwhhm dy'm
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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Indeed, in that sense we're all rather often almost like mad people, only with the slight difference that the 'sick' are somewhat madder than we are, so that it's necessary to draw a line here.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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whnk fy l'khyr 'shy, ykhsh~ lmr 'n ykshf `nh, Ht~ lnfsh hw bldht
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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I will tell you another thing that would be better, and that is, if I myself believe even an iota of what I have just written. I swear to you, gentlemen, that I do not really believe one thing, not even one word, of what I have just written. That is, I believe it, perhaps, but at the same time, I feel suspect that I am lying myself blue in the face.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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Tragic phrases comfort the heart... Without them, sorrow would be too heavy for men to bear.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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There is a remarkable picture called 'Contemplation.' It shows a forest in winter and on a roadway through the forest, in absolute solitude, stands a peasant in a torn kaftan and bark shoes. he stands, as it were, lost in thought. Yet he is not thinking: he is "contemplating." If anyone touched him he would start and look bewildered. It's true he would come to himself immediately; but if he were asked what he had been thinking about, he wou..
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wlkny 'krr llmr@ lmy'@ 'n hnlk Hl@ wHd@, wHd@ fqT, yrGb fyh lnsn rGb@ mdrk@ `md@ fym yDrh, wfym hw lHmq@ b`ynh - l'nh, bbsT@, yryd 'n ymtlk lHq fy 'n yrGb lnfsh Ht~ Hyn ykwn mn lHmq@ jdan 'n yrGb fym hw m`qwl fy Hyn 'n dhlk Gyr mfrwD `lyh.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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What is to be done with millions of facts that bear witness that men, CONSCIOUSLY, that is fully understanding their real interests, have left them in the background and have rushed headlong on another path, to meet peril and danger, compelled to this course by nobody and nothing, but, as it were, simply disliking the beaten track, and have obstinately, willfully, struck out another difficult absurd way, seeking it almost in the darkness.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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Man is fond of reckoning up his troubles, but does not count his joys.
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joy
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most men love to see their best friend in abasement; for generally it is on such abasement that friendship is founded.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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wl 'zl 'lqy `l~ nfsy sw'l hw fy hdhh lmr@ sw'l jnwn mTbq: h hm 'wl jmy` yrkDwn wysr`wn fmn ydry? 'l ymkn 'l ykwn hdh klh l Hlm. 'l ymkn 'l ykwn h hn nsn wHd Hqyqy, wf`l wHd wq`y, fykfy 'n ystyqZ shkhS fj'@, `n lshkhS ldhy yr~ hdh lHlm, Ht~ ytbdd kl shy?
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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man is a frivolous and incongruous creature, and perhaps, like a chess player, loves the process of the game, not the end of it.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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Whether it's good or bad, it is sometimes very pleasant, too, to smash things.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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nh lyHdth fy lHy@ l`dy@ 'n twjd lHqyq@ fy lwsT Hyn ykwn hnk `nSrn mtnqDn..
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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It is curious that this man who, even in my childhood, made such an impression upon me, who had such a crucial influence on the whole bent of my mind, and who perhaps has even cast his shadow over the whole of my future, still remains, even now, a complete enigma to me in many respects.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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And in fact you're not like everyone else: you weren't ashamed just now to confess bad and even ridiculous things about yourself. Who would confess such things nowadays? No one, and people have even stopped feeling any need for self-judgment.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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The Devil] And me? I suffer, and still I do not live. I am an in an indeterminate equation. I am some sort of ghost of life who has lost all ends and beginnings, and I've finally even forgotten what to call myself...You're eternally angry, you want reason only, but I will repeat to you once more that I would give all of that life beyond the stars, all ranks and honors, only to be incarnated in the soul of a two-hundred-and-fifty-pound mer..
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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I've already warned you that the simplest ideas are the hardest to understand; I'll now add that they are also the hardest to explain.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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If I had had the power to prevent my own birth I should certainly never have consented to accept existence under such ridiculous conditions. However, I have the power to end my existence, although I do but give back days that are already numbered. It is an insignificant gift, and my revolt is equally insignificant.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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the greater the power, the more terrible its responsibility.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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They say that people standing on a height have an impulse to throw themselves down. I imagine that many suicides and murders have been committed simply because the revolver has been in the hand. It is like a precipice, with an incline of an angle of forty-five degrees, down which you cannot help sliding, and something impels you irresistibly to pull the trigger. But the knowledge that I had seen, that I knew it all, and was waiting for deat..
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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A dead man has no age
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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It remained inaccessible to my mind, even though my heart unconsciously became increasingly suffused with it.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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There are strange friendships: two friends almost want to devour each other, and they spend their entire lives living that way, but meanwhile they cannot part.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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knt '`rf b'nk ... tHbynny , wlkny tZhrt b'nny '`tqd b'nki l tHbyny ... wdhlk l'j`lk ... 'kthr rtyHan
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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Those innocent eyes cut my soul like a razor...however, in a depraved man this, too, might be only a sensual attraction.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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If the spirit has passed through a great many sensations, possibly it can no longer be sated with them, but grows more excited, and demands more sensations, and stronger and stronger ones, until at length it falls exhausted.
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exhausted
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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I cannot understand why the world is arranged as it is.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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nk Hyn tzr` lbdhr@, Hyn tqwm b`ml <> fy 'y Swr@, Hyn tqwm bf`l lkhyr ldhy tqwm bh, nm thb jzan mn shkhSytk wt'khdh jzan mn shkhSy@ lakhr. fykwn byn wjwdykm twSl. wykfy 'n tntbh qlylan Ht~ tkf' `n dhlk blm`rf@, tkf' bktshft lm tdr fy khldk qT. wl bd 'n tnthy fy lkhtm Htman l~ 'n t`d `mlk lTyb `lman, fhw ysyTr `l~ kl Hytk wrbm ml'h tmm.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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You are not capable of insulting, even in thought, her who so loved and so loves you.
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But, my God, how could I have thought it? How could I have been so blind, when everything had been taken by another already, when nothing was mine; when, in fact, her very tenderness to me, her anxiety, her love ... yes, love for me, was nothing else but joy at the thought of seeing another man so soon, desire to include me, too, in her happiness?...
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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I was not only not a spiteful but not even an embittered man, that I was simply scaring sparrows at random and amusing myself by it. I
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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he seemed to be trying to find his way somewhere, but had forgotten where.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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I was a coward and a slave. I say this without the slightest embarrassment. Every decent man of our age must be a coward and a slave.
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wHyn ymtly' qlb ft@ blshfq@ nm tt`rD l'kbr khTr. fh~ tryd Htm 'n tnqdh, 'n trd l~ lSwb, 'n tHy~, 'n tb`th... 'n tf`l kl m ymkn tkhylh `l~ hdh lnmT mn lm`ny. wsr`n m 'drkt 'n lTy'r lSGyr qd yTyr l~ lshbk@ mn tlq nfsh
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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I never found anything in the company of people, however I tried, and I did try; at least all my peers, all my comrades to a man, proved to be inferior to me in thinking; I don't remember a single exception.
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Fyodor Dostoyevsky |
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Yes, I'm glum, I'm continually closed. I often want to leave society. I may also do good to people, but often I don't see the slightest reason for doing good to them. And people are not at all so beautiful that they should be cared for so much. Why don't they come forward directly and openly, and why is it so necessary that I should go and foist myself on them? That's what I asked myself.
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