Clearly, he now had not to be anguished, not to suffer passively, by mere reasoning about unresolvable questions, but to do something without fail, at once, quickly.
Every one is really responsible to all men for all men and for everything.
His malice was aimed at himself; with shame and contempt he recollected his “cowardice.
A developed and decent man cannot be vain without a boundless exactingness towards himself and without despising himself at moments to the point of hatred.
Let me be sinful before everyone, but so that everyone will forgive me, and that is paradise. Am I not in paradise now?
There is a great and unresolved thought in him. He’s one of those who don’t need millions, but need to resolve their thought.
You see, Rodya, to my thinking, the great thing for getting on in the world is always to keep to the seasons; if you don’t insist on having asparagus in January, you keep your money in your purse!
While analyzing some already-existing opinions on the subject, he also expressed his own view. The main thing was the tone of the article and its remarkably unexpected conclusion.
Certainly we shall rise, certainly we shall see and gladly, joyfully tell one another all that has been.
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.
Raskolnikov had been listening intently, but with a sense of unhealthy discomfort.
It was not only that I could not become spiteful, I did not know how to become anything; neither spiteful nor kind, neither a rascal nor an honest man, neither a hero nor an insect.
There’s nothing in the world more difficult than candor, and nothing easier than flattery.
Everything is habit with men, everything even in their social and political relations. Habit is the great motive-power.
You have revealed me to myself. You have seen through me and explained me to myself.
You’re necessary to me, and that’s why I’ve come to you.
But destiny will be accomplished, and the best man will hold his ground while the undeserving one will vanish into his back-alley for ever – his filthy back-alley, his beloved back-alley, where he is at home and where he will sink in filth and stench at his own free will with enjoyment.
I like revisiting, at certain times, spots where I was once happy; I like to shape the present in the image of the irretrievable past.
En todos los tiempos, el hombre honrado es un cobarde y un esclavo.
He never did anything to me it’s true, but I once played a most shameless nasty trick on him, and the moment I did it, I immediately hated him for it.