Man is stupid, you know, phenomenally stupid; or rather he is not at all stupid, but he is so ungrateful that you could not find another like him in all creation.
I even think that the best definition of a man is an ungrateful creature on two legs.
The herd will be gathered together and tamed again, however, and this time for good. And then we shall give them tranquil, humble happiness, suitable for such weak creatures.
But all these are golden dreams.
Why, the whole point, the real sting of it lay in the fact that continually, even in the moment of the acutest spleen, I was inwardly conscious with shame that I was not only not a spiteful but not even an embittered man, that I was simply scaring sparrows at random.
He thirsted for that reformation and renewal. The filthy morass, in which he had sunk of his own free will, was too revolting to him, and, like very many men in such cases, he put faith above all in change of place. If only it were not for these people, if only it were not for these circumstances, if only he could fly away from this accursed place-he would be altogether regenerated, would enter on a new path. That was what he believed in, and what he was yearning for.
Here was an unparalleled thing, so that even from such an imperious and contemptuously proud girl as she was, such extremely frank testimony, such sacrifice, such self-immolation was almost impossible to expect. And for what, for whom? To save her betrayer and offender, at least somehow, at least slightly, to contribute to his salvation by creating a good impression in his favor!
I think every one should love life above everything in the world.” “Love life more than the meaning of it?” “Certainly, love it, regardless of logic as you say, it must be regardless of logic, and it’s only then one will understand the meaning of it. I have thought so a long time. Half your work is done, Ivan, you love life, now you’ve only to try to do the second half and you are saved.
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 is disorderly, damnable, and perhaps devil-ridden chaos, if I were struck by every horror of man’s disillusionment – still I should want to live and, having once tried of the cup, I would not turn from it until I have drained it!
God bless you! Well, go, love Ivan!” was the last word that burst from Mitya.
Yet according to the Russian understanding and hope, it is not the Church that needs to be transformed into the state, as from a lower to a higher type, but, on the contrary, the state should end by being accounted worthy of becoming only the Church alone, and nothing else but that. And so be it, so be it!
The people are drinking, the educated youth are burning themselves up in idleness, in unrealizable dreams and fancies, crippling themselves with theories; Yids come flocking from somewhere, hiding the money away, and the rest of it falls into depravity.
I felt horribly sad at that moment, yet something like laughter was stirring in my soul.
What do you think?” shouted Razumihin, louder than ever, “you think I am attacking them for talking nonsense? Not a bit! I like them to talk nonsense. That’s man’s one privilege over all creation. Through error you come to the truth!
Yah, aku tidak memiliki gaya, memang, aku sendiri tahu aku tidak memiliki gaya, sialan; itulah justru sebabnya aku tidak sukses dalam pekerjaanku, dan inilah aku bahkan menulis surat padamu, sayangku, sebagaimana adanya, tanpa hiasan-hiasan dan menuruti apa yang terbetik dalam hatiku... Aku tahu semua ini; tetapi jika semua orang mulai mengarang, maka siapa yang akan menyalin? Itulah pertanyaan yang aku ajukan, dan aku minta kamu menjawabnya sayangku.
You’re not simply getting old, you’re getting decrepit... You.
Once a man has lost his self-respect, and has decided to abjure his better qualities and human dignity, he falls headlong, and cannot choose but do so. It is decreed of fate, and therefore I am not guilty in this respect.
Be not comforted. Consolation is not what you need. Weep and be not consoled, but weep.
Beautiful and sublime.
Tsk, tsk, tsk, if he weren’t in love with you like a sheep, he wouldn’t be running around the streets like a madman and wouldn’t be stirring up all the dogs in town. He broke my window frame.