Fyodor Dostoevsky Quotes (32 Quotes)

They wanted to speak, but could not tears stood in their eyes. They were both pale and thin but those sick pale faces were bright with the dawn of a new future, of a full resurrection into a new life. They were renewed by love the heart of each held infinite sources of life for the heart of the other.

The soul is healed by being with children.

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

It is not possible to eat me without insisting that I sing praises of my devourer?

The greatest happiness is to know the source of unhappiness.

Power is given only to those who dare to lower themselves and pick it up. Only one thing matters, one thing; to be able to dare!

Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.

Man, so long as he remains free, has no more constant and agonizing anxiety than find as quickly as possible someone to worship.

The formula 'Two and two make five' is not without its attractions.

There are things which a man is afraid to tell even to himself, and every decent man has a number of such things stored away in his mind.

Happiness does not lie in happiness, but in the achievement of it.

Is the nature of men such, that they can reject miracle, and at the great moments of their life, the moments of their deepest, most agonising spiritual difficulties, cling only to the free verdict of the heart Oh, Thou didst know that Thy deed would be recorded in books, would be handed down to remote times and the utmost ends of the earth, and Thou didst hope that man, following Thee, would cling to God and not ask for a miracle. But Thou didst not know that when man rejects miracle he rejects God too for man seeks not so much God as the miraculous. And as man cannot bear to be without the miraculous, he will create new miracles of his own for himself, and will worship deeds of sorcery and witchcraft, though he might be a hundred times over a rebel, heretic and infidel.

The cleverest of all, in my opinion, is the man who calls himself a fool at least once a month.

Beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and devil are fighting there, and the battlefield is the heart of man.

It seems, in fact, as though the second half of a man's life is made up of nothing, but the habits he has accumulated during the first half.

We sometimes encounter people, even perfect strangers, who begin to interest us at first sight, somehow suddenly, all at once, before a word has been spoken.

Man has such a predilection for systems and abstract deductions that he is ready to distort the truth intentionally, he is ready to deny the evidence of his senses only to justify his logic.

Deprived of meaningful work, men and women lose their reason for existence; they go stark, raving mad.

Man only likes to count his troubles, but he does not count his joys.

A real gentleman, even if he loses everything he owns, must show no emotion. Money must be so far beneath a gentleman that it is hardly worth troubling about.

But yet I am firmly persuaded that a great deal of consciousness, every sort of consciousness, in fact, is a disease.

There are moments, you reach moments, when all of a sudden time stops and becomes eternal.

Realists do not fear the results of their study.

There is no subject so old that something new cannot be said about it.

Man is fond of counting his troubles, but he does not count his joys. If he counted them up as he ought to, he would see that every lot has enough happiness provided for it.

One can know a man from his laugh, and if you like a man's laugh before you know anything of him, you may confidently say that he is a good man.

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.

Men do not accept their prophets and slay them, but they love their martyrs and worship those whom they have tortured to death.

To love someone means to see him as God intended him.

To live without Hope is to Cease to live.

Sarcasm: the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively invaded.

If there is no God, everything is permitted.