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“Da mesma maneira que um viciado em ópio ou um bêbedo são facilmente reconhecidos pela expressão das suas caras, pela postura e comportamento, o mesmo acontece àquele homem em que me tornei. Pode até ser bem sucedido ao mostrar um comportamento superior, ao reprimir movimentos denunciadores ou olhares... só que nunca mais vai conseguir ter uma relação simples, límpida e pura com o género feminino.”

— “Porque se uma centésima parte do esforço para curar se centrasse em extrair a indulgência, então já há muito tempo que esses males teriam desaparecido. Mas não, todos esses esforços são tornados públicos, não com o intuito de extinguir o mal mas, pelo contrário, de o incentivar, garantindo a todos os que o praticam ficarem livres dos malefícios associados a esse comportamento.”

“A dor é, pelo contrário, eu ter de permanecer em silêncio.”

“Dizer que pode amar uma pessoa toda a vida, significa que a chama de uma vela consegue manter-se a acesa enquanto viver.”

“…só que a questão que coloco é a seguinte:
quanto tempo deve durar esse afecto?”
“Quanto tempo? Muito tempo, por vezes uma vida inteira.”
“Mas isso só acontece nos romances. Na vida real isso não é assim. Só em raríssimos casos é que o afecto de uma pessoa por outra dura anos; normalmente dura meses, por vezes semanas, dias ou horas”

-“Sim, mas o que se deve entender por "amor verdadeiro, amor genuíno?”
- “Certamente que todos sabemos o significado do amor!”
— “Pois eu não. Tem que definir o que entende por...”
- “O quê? Mas é tão simples. O que é o amor? O amor é a preferência de uma pessoa por outra, excluindo todas as demais.”

— “Sim, mas penso que todos admitem que uma mulher é um ser humano, dotado de sentimentos, tal qual como um homem. Então, o que deve fazer se não amar o marido?”
— “Se não amar o marido? Ora, não receie, ela acabará por aprender a amá-lo!”
—“Oh!, só que ela não aprenderá a amá-lo, — afirmou a senhora. — E se não existir amor, não será a força que o fará nascer.”

“A coisa mais importante que a mulher deve aprender é a ter medo.”

“I suddenly felt that I could look at these unhappy creatures with quite different eyes, and that suddenly by some miracle all hatred and anger had vanished utterly from my heart.”

“a sleeping man is not molested, and meanwhile one can dream and think.”

“And there was nothing in the world that I loved so much as the wood with its mushrooms and wild berries, with its beetles and its birds, its hedgehogs and squirrels, with its damp smell of dead leaves which I loved so much, and even as I write I smell the fragrance of our birch wood: these impressions will remain for my whole life.”

“But to imagine that I should bear you a grudge, Nastenka! That I should cast a dark cloud over your serene, untroubled happiness; that I should cause distress to your heart… Oh never never!, May your sky be dear, may your sweet smile be bright and untroubled, and may you be blessed for that moment of blissful happiness which you gave to mother, lonely and grateful heart!”

“If only I could love you both at once! Oh, if only you were he!”

"Come along! Look at the sky, Nastenka. Look! Tomorrow it will bealovely day; what a blue sky, what a moon! Look; that yellow cloud covering it now, look, look! No, it has passed by. Look, look!" But Nastenka did not look at the cloud”
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“I do not love him, for I can only love what is magnanimous, what understands me, what is generous; for I am like that myself and he is not worthy of me—well, that's enough of him. He has done better than if he had deceived my expectations later, and shown me later what he was...”

"I love him; but I shall get over it, I must get over it, I cannot fail to get over it; I am getting over it, I feel that…Who knows? Perhaps it will all end today, for I hate him, for he has been laughing at me, while you have been weeping here with me, for you have not repulsed me as he has, for you love me while he has never loved me, for in fact, I love you myself... Yes, I love you!”

“I would love you so, that even if you still loved him, even if you went on loving the man i don't know, you would never feel that my love was a burden to you. You would only feel every minute that at your side was beating a grateful heart, a warm heart ready for your sake. Oh Nastenka, Nastenka! What have you done to me?"

“I felt that in my heart there was so much love for you, Nastenka, so much love! And it seemed so bitter that I could not help you with my love, that my heart was breaking and l…I could not be silent, I had to speak, Nastenka, I had to speak!"

I am to blame. I have abused your ... But no, no, l am not to blame, Nastenka; I feel that, I know that, because my heart tells me I am right, for I cannot hurt you in any way, I cannot wound you! I was your friend, but I am still your friend, I have betrayed no trust. Here my tears are falling, Nastenka. Let them flow, let them flow—they don't hurt anybody. They will dry, Nastenka.”

"It's impossible, but I love you, Nastenka! There it is! Now everything is told."
he’s perfect

"Nastenka, you torture me! You wound my heart, you are killing me, Nastenka! I cannot be silent! I must speak at last”
"Listen to me, Nastenka! What I am going to say to you now is all nonsense, all impossible, all stupid. l know that this can never be, but I cannot be silent. For the sake of what you are suffering now, I beg you beforehand to forgive mel"

“It's nothing! It's only tears, they will soon dry.”

“I don't know him; I don't love him any more. I will .. forget him."

“How easy it is for him to wound, to insult a poor, defenceless girl, whose only fault is that she loves him!”

"We shall always be together, shan't we?"
“Oh, Nastenka, Nastenka! If only you knew how lonely i am now”

“Why is it that even the best of men always seem to hide something from other people and to keep something back? Why not say straight out what is in one's heart?”

“I was comparing you two. Why isn’t he like you? Why isn't he like you? He is not as good as you, though I love him more than you."

“…makes the heart cold and the soul heavy. Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!”

“So when we are unhappy we feel the unhappiness of others more; feeling is not destroyed but concentrated…”

“I thought that she…
But, my God, how could I have thought it? How could I have been so blind, when everything had been taken by another already, when nothing was mine; when, in fact, her very tenderness to me, her anxiety, her love... yes, love for me, was nothing else but joy at the thought of seeing another man so soon”

“I do not blame you because I have no power over your heart, such is my fate!”