Fyodor Dostoyevsky Quotes - Page 64 | Just Great DataBase

Good God! Can it be, can it be, that I shall really take an axe, that I shall strike her on the head, split her skull open … that I shall tread in the sticky warm blood, break the lock, steal and tremble; hide, all spattered in the blood … with the axe … Good God, can it be?

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Before it was just her infernal curves that fretted me, but now I've taken her whole soul into my soul, and through her I've become a man!

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When he heard about the bench, his heart began to beat horribly. A moment later he pulled himself together and, with shame, drove away the absurd thought.

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Açıkyüreklilikte yüzde bir değerinde bile olsa bir nota falsolu oldu mu, uyumsuzluk hemen farkedilir; övmede ise baştan sona bütün notalar falsolu bile olsa, yine de kulağa hoş gelir, zevkle dinlenir.

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He loves you, that’s what it is; he loves you so much. And now he is particularly worried.

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I can but thank you," he said, in a tone too respectful to be sincere, "for your kindness in letting me speak, for I have often noticed that our Liberals never allow other people to have an opinion of their own, and immediately answer their opponents with abuse, if they do not have recourse to arguments of a still more unpleasant nature.

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Pălaria este un moft; pot s-o cumpăr de la Ţimermann; dar ceea ce se ascunde sub pălarie, ceea ce acoperă pălaria, asta n-o pot cumpăra nicăieri!

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And to you, my dear visitors, I wish to speak of this youth, my brother, for there has been no appearance in my life more precious than this one, more prophetic and moving. My heart feels tender, and at this moment I am contemplating my whole life as if I were living it all anew …

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Зачем исчезать и уступать другим место, когда можно остаться передовыми и старшими? Будем передовыми, так будем и старшими. Станем слугами, чтоб стать старшинами.

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Where's the bit about Lazarus? he asked.

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want to live, because I loathe everything! I loathe everything, everything. Alyosha, why don’t you love me in the least? she finished

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Նրան թվում էր, որ այդ հինգ րոպեի ընթացքում նա կապրի այնքան կյանքեր, որ դեռևս հիմա իսկի էլ կարիք չկա մտածելու վերջին վայրկյանի մասին:

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En la pobreza, uno conserva la nobleza de sus sentimientos innatos; en la indigencia, nadie puede conservar nada noble. Con el indigente no se emplea el bastón, sino la escoba, pues así se le humilla más, para arrojarlo de la sociedad humana.

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The more I love humanity in general, the less I love man in particular. In

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What use to me are your nature, your Pavlovsk Park, your sunrises and sunsets, your blue sky and your all-satisfied faces, when the whole of this feast, which has no end, began by considering me alone superfluous? What is there for me in all this beauty, when at each minute, each second, I’m now compelled to be aware that even this tiny housefly buzzing around me in the sunbeam now, even it is a participant in all this feast and chorus, knows its place, loves it and is happy, while I alone am an outcast,

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I did not bow down to you, I bowed down to all the suffering of humanity,

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To whom is he to go if you are not together, mother and father?

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With quietism like yours one could fill a hundred years with happiness. Whether one showed you an execution or a little finger, you would extract an equally edifying thought from both of them, and would still be content. That’s the way to get on in life.

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Niciodată nu i-a fost de ajuns numai să trăiască; întotdeauna a dorit mai mult.

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I love humanity,’ he said, ‘but I wonder at myself. The more I love humanity in general, the less I love man in particular. In my dreams,’ he said, ‘I have often come to making enthusiastic schemes for the service of humanity, and perhaps I might actually have faced crucifixion if it had been suddenly necessary; and yet I am incapable of living in the same room with any one for two days together, as I know by experience. As soon as any one is near me, his personality disturbs my self-complacency and restricts my freedom. In twenty-four hours I begin to hate the best of men: one because he's too long over his dinner; another because he has a cold and keeps on blowing his nose. I become hostile to people the moment they come close to me. But it has always happened that the more I detest men individually the more ardent becomes my love for humanity.’ 

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