You fellows are too fat. That’s what makes you unruly!′ roared the governor.
I may be wicked, but still I gave an onion.
He understood only too well how painful it was for her to betray and unveil all that was her own.
In a morbid condition, dreams are often distinguished by their remarkably graphic, vivid, and extremely lifelike quality.
And do not hate those who reject you, disgrace you, revile you, and slander you. Do not hate atheists, teachers of evil, materialists, not even those among them who are wicked, nor those who are good, for many of them are good, especially in our time.
And indeed man has invented God. And the strange thing, the wonderful thing, is not that God really does exist, but that an idea like that – the idea of God’s necessity – could find its way into the head of a savage and vicious animal such as man, so sacred is it, that idea, so touching, so exceedingly wise and so greatly to his honour.
Tell me why entire sleepless nights flash by in an inexhaustible blithe happiness, and when the dawn shines in through the windows, pink and radiant, and daybreak illumines the cheerless room with that uncertain fantastical light we know in Petersburg, does our dreamer, worn out and weary, throw himself on to his bed and fall asleep amid the blissful afterglow of his painfully shaken spirit and with such a languishingly sweet pain about his heart?
I am a sick man... I am an angry man. I am an unattractive man. I think there is something wrong with my liver.
Love in dreams thirsts for immediate action, quickly performed, and with everyone watching. Indeed, it will go as far as the giving even of one’s life, provided it does not take long but is soon over, as on stage, and everyone is looking on and praising. Whereas active love is labor and perseverance, and for some people, perhaps, a whole science.
Do not be angry with the audacity of a desperate and drowning man for making a last effort to save himself from perdition.
Still, if there was anything, it came about by no one else’s power save the divine will. Everything is from God.
See how firmly Alexei Fyodorovich endures his misfortune.
Oh, Karamazov, I am deeply unhappy.
And add at once: it is not in my pride that I pray for it, Lord, for I myself am more vile than all.
Did I murder the old woman? I murdered myself, not her! I crushed myself once for all, for ever...
It was as though an abscess that had been forming for a month past in his heart had suddenly broken. Freedom, freedom! He was free from that spell, that sorcery, that obsession!
As soon as a man takes some thought or other at its word or reads a little page of something without beginning or end, he believes at once that these are “his own thoughts” and were conceived in his own brain.
Alyosha later wrote down. Sometimes he stopped speaking altogether, as if gathering his strength, and gasped for breath, yet he seemed to be in ecstasy. He was listened to with great feeling, though many wondered at his words and saw darkness in them.
Let life go hang, as long as these loved ones of ours are happy.
For broad understanding and deep feeling, you need pain and suffering. I believe really great men must experience great sadness in the world.