The greater the power, the more terrible its responsibility.
How an intention becomes reality, how theory is enfleshed, how abstract reasoning ends in a sensitive, compassionate man slipping in ‘sticky, warm blood’. What state of mind is needed for this to happ...
[The Devil] I sincerely love people--oh, so much of what has been said about me is slander!
What terrible tragedies realism inflicts on people,
What right did this Nature have to bring me into the world as a result of some eternal law of hers? I was created with consciousness, and I was conscious of this Nature: what right did she have to pro...
What did it mean, falling at his feet like that? Was it symbolic or what?
Tyranny is a habit which may be developed until at last it becomes a disease. I declare that the noblest nature can become so hardened and bestial that nothing distinguishes it from that of a wild ani...
There’s no one here who is worthy of such words!’ Aglaya burst out. ‘None of them, none of them here are worthy of your little finger, nor your heart! You are more honourable than them all, nobler tha...
There is strength to endure everything.
There is a good deal of posturing here, of romantic frenzy, of wild Karamazovian unrestraint and sentimentality—yes, and also something else, gentlemen of the jury, something that cries out in the sou...
There are people who feel deeply but are somehow beaten down. Their buffoonery is something like a spiteful irony against those to whom they dare not speak the truth directly because of a long-standin...
The whole question here is: am I a monster, or a victim myself?
The torments of a proud decision, a deep conscience! God, in whom he did not believe, and his truth were overcoming his heart, which still did not want to submit.
The dreamer—if you want an exact definition—is not a human being, but a creature of an intermediate sort.
Sunt destul de cultivat ca să nu fiu superstiţios, însă sunt superstiţios.
Still, if there was anything, it came about by no one else’s power save the divine will. Everything is from God.
Still I know that I am a million times more worthless in my soul than she is, and that her lofty feelings--are as sincere as a heavenly angel's! That's the tragedy, that I know it for certain. What's...
Reason is passion's slave, is it not?
Raskolnikov went out in complete confusion. This confusion became more and more intense. As he went down the stairs, he even stopped short, two or three times, as though suddenly struck by some though...
Quando se ama, não dura muito o ressentimento.