White Nights, Poor Folk & The Double Quotes

“Oh, Nastenka, Nastenka, I thought, how much you have told me in that saying ! Such fondness at certain moments makes the heart cold and the soul heavy. Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka ! . . . Oh, how unbearable a happy person is sometimes ! But I could not be angry with you !”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights, Poor Folk & The Double

“Do you know what has occurred to me now ? I was comparing you two. Why isn't he you ? Why isn't he like you? He is not as good as you, though I love him more than you.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights, Poor Folk & The Double

“Do
you know what has occurred to me now ? I was comparing you
two. Why isn't he you ? Why isn't he like you?
He is not as good as you, though I love him more than you.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights, Poor Folk & The Double

“I'm laughing at the fact that you are your own worst enemy”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights, Poor Folk & The Double

“Either a darting ray of sunshine had suddenly vanished behind a rain-cloud and rendered everything dull before my eyes, or perhaps the entire perspective of my future has flashed before me, so miserable and uninviting, and I saw mysef just as I was now, fifteen years on, growing old, in the same room, alone as now with the same old Matryona, grown not a whit more intelligent over the years.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights, Poor Folk & The Double

“when we are unhappy we feel the unhappiness of others more; feeling is not destroyed but concentrated”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights, Poor Folk & The Double

“I have seen very little of life, and I really sometimes don't know how to say things”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights, Poor Folk & The Double

“Because it begins to seem to me at such times that I am incapable of beginning a life in real life, because it has seemed to me that I have lost all touch, all instinct for the actual, the real”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights, Poor Folk & The Double

“I see people, of course; but I am still alone”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights, Poor Folk & The Double

“I am perishing in solitude”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights, Poor Folk & The Double