Fyodor Dostoyevsky Quote
Go and tell, I whispered to him. There was little voice left in me, but I whispered it firmly. Then I took the Gospel from the table, the Russian translation, and showed him John, chapter 12, verse 24:Verily, verily, I say unto you, except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit. I had read this verse just before he came.He read it.True, he said, and smiled bitterly. Yes, in these books, he said, after a pause, one finds all sorts of terrible things. It is easy to shove them under someone's nose. Who wrote them, were they human beings?The Holy Spirit wrote them, I said.Its easy for you to babble, he smiled again, but this time almost hatefully. I again took the book, opened it to a different place, and showed him the Epistle to the Hebrews, chapter 10, verse 31. He read: It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.He read it and threw the book aside. He even began trembling all over.A fearful verse, he said. You picked a good one, I must say.
Go and tell, I whispered to him. There was little voice left in me, but I whispered it firmly. Then I took the Gospel from the table, the Russian translation, and showed him John, chapter 12, verse 24:Verily, verily, I say unto you, except a corn of wheat fall into the ground and die, it abideth alone: but if it die, it bringeth forth much fruit. I had read this verse just before he came.He read it.True, he said, and smiled bitterly. Yes, in these books, he said, after a pause, one finds all sorts of terrible things. It is easy to shove them under someone's nose. Who wrote them, were they human beings?The Holy Spirit wrote them, I said.Its easy for you to babble, he smiled again, but this time almost hatefully. I again took the book, opened it to a different place, and showed him the Epistle to the Hebrews, chapter 10, verse 31. He read: It is a fearful thing to fall into the hands of the living God.He read it and threw the book aside. He even began trembling all over.A fearful verse, he said. You picked a good one, I must say.