Noches blancas y otros relatos Quotes

“For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And all the time your soul is craving and longing for something else. And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights and Other Stories

“It was a marvelous night, the sort of night one only experiences when one is young. The sky was so bright, and there were so many stars that, gazing upward, one couldn't help wondering how so many whimsical, wicked people could live under such a sky.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights and Other Stories

“Already even then I had my underground world in my soul. I was fearfully afraid of being seen, of being met, of being recognized.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, شب‌های روشن و پنج داستان دیگر

“It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader. The sky was so starry, so bright that, looking at it, one could not help asking oneself whether ill-humoured and capricious people could live under such a sky. That is a youthful question too, dear reader, very youthful, but may the Lord put it more frequently into your heart!...”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, شب‌های روشن و پنج داستان دیگر

“And again one asks oneself what has one done with one's years. Where have you buried your best days? Have you lived or not?”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, شب‌های روشن و پنج داستان دیگر

“true love finds its consummation.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, شب‌های روشن و پنج داستان دیگر

“I am a dreamer; I have so little real life that I look upon such moments as this now, as so rare, that I cannot help going over such moments again in my dreams. I shall be dreaming of you all night, a whole week, a whole year.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, شب‌های روشن و پنج داستان دیگر

“warn you that my friend is a compound personality, and therefore it is difficult to blame him as an individual.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, شب‌های روشن و پنج داستان دیگر

“I felt horribly sad at that moment, yet something like laughter was stirring in my soul.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, شب‌های روشن و پنج داستان دیگر

“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, when one knows that one is not speaking idly? As it is every one seems harsher than he really is, as though all were afraid of doing injustice to their feelings, by being too quick to express them.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, شب‌های روشن و پنج داستان دیگر

“So when we are unhappy we feel the unhappiness of others more; feeling is not destroyed but concentrated....”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, شب‌های روشن و پنج داستان دیگر

“At this moment, Nastenka, when we have met at last after such a long separation—for I have known you for ages, Nastenka, because I have been looking for some one for ages, and that is a sign that it was you I was looking for, and it was ordained that we should meet now—at this moment a thousand valves have opened in my head, and I must let myself flow in a river of words, or I shall choke.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, شب‌های روشن و پنج داستان دیگر

“نشعر بألم الآخرين شعورًا أعمق حين نكون أشقياء معذبين”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights and Other Stories

“Why is it that whole sleepless nights pass like a flash in inexhaustible gladness and happiness, and when the dawn gleams rosy at the window and daybreak floods the gloomy room with uncertain, fantastic light, as in Petersburg, our dreamer, worn out and exhausted, flings himself on his bed and drops asleep with thrills of delight in his morbidly overwrought spirit, and with a weary sweet ache in his heart?”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights and Other Stories: The Novels of Fyodor Dostoevsky, Volume X

“And you grieve that the momentary beauty has faded so soon never to return, that it flashed upon you so treacherously, so vainly, grieve because you had not even time to love
her.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights and Other Stories: Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Classics, Short Stories, Literature) [Annotated]

“Oh, how unbearable a happy person is sometimes!”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights and Other Stories: Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Classics, Short Stories, Literature) [Annotated]

“Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Noches blancas y otros relatos

“And I do nothing but dream every day that at last I shall meet some one. Oh, if only you knew how often I have been in love in that way...." "How? With whom?..." "Why, with no one, with an ideal, with the one I dream of in my sleep.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights and Other Stories: The Novels of Fyodor Dostoevsky, Volume X

“You know it will be sad to be left alone, utterly alone, and to have not even anything to regret - nothing, absolutely nothing... for all that you have lost, all that, all was nothing, stupid, simple nullity, there has been nothing but dreams.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights and Other Stories

“I like to shape the present in the image of the irretrievable past.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights and Other Stories

“And one asks oneself where are one's dreams. And one shakes one's head and says how rapidly the years fly by! And again one asks oneself what has one done with one's years. Where have you buried your best days?”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights: and other stories

“His imagination is once again incited, excited and suddenly again a new world, a new enchanting life with its glistening vistas flashes before him. A new dream is new happiness. A new dose of exquisite, voluptuous poison! Oh, what does a real life have to offer him!”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights and Other Stories: Fyodor Dostoyevsky (Classics, Short Stories, Literature) [Annotated]

“My God, a whole moment of happiness! Is that too little for the whole of a man's life?”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, شب‌های روشن و پنج داستان دیگر

“But so far that threatening has not arrived—he desires nothing, because he is superior to all desire, because he has everything, because he is satiated, because he is the artist of his own life, and creates it for himself every hour to suit his latest whim.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights and Other Stories: The Novels of Fyodor Dostoevsky, Volume X

“as he looks at the downcast face of his host, who in his turn becomes utterly helpless and at his wits' end after gigantic but fruitless efforts to smooth things over and enliven the conversation, to show his knowledge of polite society, to talk, too, of the fair sex, and by such humble endeavour, to please the poor man, who like a fish out of water has mistakenly come to visit him?”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights and Other Stories: The Novels of Fyodor Dostoevsky, Volume X

“El silencio reina en la pequeña habitación. La soledad y la indolencia acarician la fantasía.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Noches blancas y otros relatos

“Porque, al final y al cabo, va uno siendo maduro y dejando atrás sus ideales de antes; éstos se quiebran, se desmoronan, y si no hay otra vida, la única posibilidad es hacérsela con esos pedazos.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Noches blancas y otros relatos

“En mis sueños compongo novelas enteras”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Noches blancas y otros relatos

“¿O fue creado
Para estar siquiera un momento
En las cercanías de tu corazón?”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Noches blancas y otros relatos

“¿O fue creado
Para estar siquiera un momento
En las cercanías de tu corazón?”
― Fiódor Dostoyevski, Noches blancas y otros relatos