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I sometimes think love consists precisely of the voluntary gift by the loved object of the right to tyrannize over it.

I sometimes think love consists precisely of the voluntary gift by the loved object of the right to tyrannize over it.

Fyodor Dostoevsky
Thinking, Sometimes, Over It

For example, I'm terribly proud. I'm as mistrustful and as sensitive as a hunchback or a dwarf; but, in truth, I've experienced some moments when if someone had slapped my face, I might even have been grateful for it. I'm being serious. I probably would have been able to derive a peculiar sort of pleasure from it-the pleasure of despair, naturally, but the most intense pleasures occur in despair, especially when you're very acutely aware of the hopelessness of your own predicament.

Fyodor Dostoevsky
Grateful, Dwarves, Despair

Coming at twenty to his father's house, which was a very sink of filthy debauchery, he, chaste and pure as he was, simply withdrew in silence when to look on was unbearable, but without the slightest sign of contempt or condemnation. His father, who had once been in a dependent position, and so was sensitive and ready to take offense, met him at first with distrust and sullenness.

Fyodor Dostoevsky
Father, Silence, House

The sky was horribly dark , but one could distinctly see tattered clouds , and between them fathomless black patches. Suddenly I noticed in one of these patches a star , and began watching it intently. That was because that star had given me an idea : I decided to kill myself that night .

Fyodor Dostoevsky
Stars, Dark, Night
"The Dream of a Ridiculous Man". Book by Fyodor Dostoevsky, 1877.

Twice two makes four seems to me simply a piece of insolence. Twice two makes four is a pert coxcomb who stands with arms akimbo barring your path and spitting. I admit that twice two makes four is an excellent thing, but if we are to give everything its due, twice two makes five is sometimes a very charming thing too.

Fyodor Dostoevsky
Math, Two, Giving

I suddenly dreamt that I picked up the revolver and aimed it straight at my heart my heart, and not my head; and I had determined beforehand to fire at my head, at my right temple. After aiming at my chest I waited a second or two, and suddenly my candle , my table, and the wall in front of me began moving and heaving. I made haste to pull the trigger.

Fyodor Dostoevsky
Wall, Moving, Heart
Fyodor Dostoevsky (2016). “Short Stories”, p.191, Xist Publishing

No, I can't admit it. Brother,' said Alyosha suddenly, with flashing eyes, 'you said just now, is there a being in the whole world who would have the right to forgive and could firgive? But there is a Being and He can forgive everything, all and for all, because He gave His innocent blood for all and everything. You have forgotten Him, and on Him is built the edifice, and it is to Him they cry aloud, "Thou art just, O Lord, for Thy ways are revealed!

Fyodor Dostoevsky
Art, Brother, Eye

Oh, if only I did nothing simply as a result of laziness.

Fyodor Dostoevsky
Laziness, Results, Ifs

Ah, Father! That’s words and only words! Forgive! If he’d not been run over, he’d have come home today drunk and his only shirt dirty and in rags and he’d have fallen asleep like a log, and I should have been sousing and rinsing till daybreak, washing his rags and the children’s and then drying them by the window and as soon as it was daylight I should have been darning them. What’s the use of talking forgiveness! I have forgiven as it is!

Fyodor Dostoevsky
Running, Children, Father
Fyodor Dostoevsky (1999). “Crime and Punishment”, p.303, Modern Library

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