Fyodor Dostoyevsky Quotes

هناك اهانات لا يمكن ان ينساها المرء مهما بلغ من حسن الطوية و صدق الرغبة . ان لكل شيئ حدودا لا يمكن ان يتجاوزها احد دون ان يعاقب عليها ، و متى تجاوزتها كانت العودة الى الوراء مستحيلة استحالة كاملة

Quick understanding is only a sign of the banality of what is understood.

Do you know I've been sitting here thinking to myself: that if I didn't believe in life, if I lost faith in the woman I love, lost faith in the order of things, were convinced in fact that everything...

الغيرة! ليس عطيل غيورا، إنه واثق كذلك قال بوشكين. إن هذه الملاحظة البسيطة تشهد بعمق عبقرية شاعرنا القومي. إن ما عاناه عطيل من قلق النفس واضطراب الأفكار ناشيء عن إنه فقد إيمانه بمثله الأعلى. ولكن عطيل...

The harmonious man, it needs to be said, hardly exists at all; out of many tens, even hundreds of thousands perhaps one or two at most are encountered, and even then in rather feeble versions.

لا شيء أدعى إلى انزعاج المرء، مثلاً، من أن يكون غنيًا، وابن أسرة كريمة، وحسن الهيئة، وعلى جانب من ثقافة وغير غبي، بل وطيباً، ولكنه لا يملك أية موهبة، ولا ينفرد بأية سمة شخصية، حتى ولا بأية صفة مميزة،...

Well, what, what new thing can they say to me that I don't know myself? And is that the point? The point here is that--one turn of the wheel, and everything changes, and these same moralizers will be...

إن الشفقة في أيامنا هذه يحظرها العلم

Reason is passion's slave, is it not?

If you can show a person logical proof that essentianlly he's got nothing to cry about, he'll stop crying. That seems clear. Don't you think he'd stop crying?'That would make life too easy, Raskolniko...

Every man looks out for himself, and he has the happiest life who manages to hoodwink himself best of all.

إن الإنسان يعتاد كل شيء، يا له من حقير !

الأمر المهم هو الحياة، الحياة وحدها... المهم هو البحث المتصل عن الحياة، هو السعي الأبدي إلى الحياة، وليس اكتشاف الحياة!

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

Now, I am living out my life in my corner, taunting myself with the spiteful and useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot become anything seriously, and it is only the fool who becomes anyth...

I remember once I came into his room alone, when no one was with him. It was a bright evening, the sun was setting and lit up the whole room with its slanting rays. He beckoned when he saw me, I went...

I did not understand that she was hiding her feelings under irony, that this is usually the last refuge of modest and chaste-souled people when the privacy of their soul is coarsely and intrusively in...

He seemed, indeed, to accept everything without the least condemnation though often grieving bitterly.

There is a crack in my soul, and I can hear it trembling, quivering, stirring deep inside me.

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