Fyodor Dostoyevsky Quotes - Page 24 | Just Great DataBase

Господа, — закричал он громко всем, — князь утверждает, что мир спасет красота!

إنكِ تبلغين من الجمال أنّ المـرء لا يجرؤ أن يـنظرَ إليكِ

Anyone who attacks individual charity, attacks human nature and casts contempt on personal dignity.

You know the direct, legitimate fruit of consciousness is inertia, that is, conscious sitting-with-the-hands-folded. I have referred to this already. I repeat, I repeat with emphasis: all direct persons and men of action are active just because they are stupid and limited. How explain that? I will tell you:

In fact, I believe that the best definition of man is the ungrateful biped. But that is not all, that is not his worst defect; his worst defect is his perpetual moral obliquity...

Винаги така става с тези шилеровски прекрасни души; до последния момент кичат човека с паунови пера, до последния момент очакват само хубаво, не лошо и макар да предчувстват обратната страна на медала, за нищо на света няма да си го кажат направо; само като си помислят за това, настръхват; с две ръце се бранят от истината, докато човекът, когото са идеализирали, собственоръчно не им изиграе номер.

و لو نظرنا الي جميع انواع البشر لحق لنا ان نسأل من هم اولئك الذين يصمدون في الواقع للامتحان و يبرهنون على انهم اخيار طيبون !

The plague spread and moved on. In the whole world only a few people were able to save themselves: the pure and the chosen, predestined to begin a new race of men and a new life, to renew and purify the earth; but these people were not seen anywhere by anybody, and nobody heard their voices or their words.

البؤس رذيلة ، يستطيع المرء في الفقر أن يظل محاظفاً على نبل عواطفه الفطرية، أما في البؤس فلا يستطيع ذلك يوماً ، وما من أحد يستطيعه قط ، إذا كنت في البؤس فإنك لا تطرد من مجتمع البشر ضرباً بالعصا ، بل تطرد منه ضرباً بالمكنسة بغية إذلالك مزيداً من الإذلال .

Because I couldn't bear my burden and have come to throw it on another: you suffer too, and I shall feel better! And can you love such a mean wretch?

ah o Sonya! Ne güzel bir hazine bulmuşlar! Güzel güzel yararlanıyorlar! Alışmışlar. Önce biraz ağladılar, ama alıştılar şimdi. Aşağılık insanoğlu her şeye alışır!Düşüncelere dalmıştı Raskolnikov. elinde olmadan haykırdı birden:Ya yanılıyorsam, ya gerçekte aşağılık değise insanoğlu, genelde yani, tümü, bütün insanlık soyu demek istiyorum... Geri kalan her şey önyargıdan başka bir şey değilse, abartılmış birer korkuysa, hiçbir sınırlama yoksa, ki öyle olması da gerekir!..

He vividly recalled those old doubts and perplexities, and it seemed to him that it was no mere chance that he recalled them now. It struck him as strange and grotesque, that he should have stopped at the same spot as before, as though he actually imagined he could think the same thoughts, be interested in the same theories and pictures that had interested him ... so short a time ago. He felt it almost amusing, and yet it wrung his heart. ...It seemed to him, he had cut himself off from everyone and from everything at that moment.

هل تدرك يا سيدي العزيز ما معني أن لا يعرف الإنسان إلي أين يذهب?, ذلك  أنه لابد لكل إنسان أن يستطيع الذهاب إلي  مكان ما

All is in a man's hands and he lets it all slip from cowardice, that's an axiom. It would be interesting to know what it is men are most afraid of. Taking a new step, uttering a new word is what they fear most… .

I wanted to find out then and quickly whether I was a louse like everybody else or a man. Whether I can step over barriers or not, whether I dare stoop to pick up or not, whether I am a trembling creature or whether I have the right...F

Life is given to me only once, and never will be again—I don't want to sit waiting for universal happiness. I want to live myself; otherwise it's better not to live at all.

What’s the most offensive is not their lying — one can always forgive lying — lying is a delightful thing, for it leads to truth — what is offensive is that they lie and worship their own lying. . .

Practicality is a difficult thing to find; it does not drop down from heaven. And for the last two hundred years we have been divorced from all practical life. Ideas, if you like, are fermenting, and desire for good exists, though it’s in a childish form, and honesty you may find, although there are crowds of brigands. Anyway, there’s no practicality. Practicality goes well shod.

....a person's true security consists not in his own persinal, solitary effort, but in the common integrity of mankind.

For the secret of human existence lies not only in living, but in knowing what to live for.