The Russian soul is a dark place.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot.
“How can one deceive these dear little birds, when they look at one so sweetly and confidingly? I call them birds because there is nothing in the world better than birds!”
“A fool with a heart and no sense is just as unhappy as a fool with sense and no heart.”
“I am a fool with a heart but no brains, and you are a fool with brains but no heart; and were both unhappy, and we both suffer.”
“Why did you come in to-night with your heads in the air? 'Make way, we are coming! Give us every right and don't you dare breathe a word before us. Pay us every sort of respect, such as no one's ev...”
“We degrade God too much, ascribing to him our ideas, in vexation at being unable to understand Him.”
“Why is it that when you awake to the world of realities you nearly always feel, sometimes very vividly, that the vanished dream has carried with it some enigma which you have failed to solve?”
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.”
“Every man who has reached even his intellectual teens begins to suspect that life is no farce that it is not genteel comedy even that it flowers and fructifies on the contrary out of the profoundes...”
“Let us love. Let our lives be a perpetual song of love for God, first of all, and for all human beings who suffer, love, and mourn. Let deep joy live in us. Let us be like the lark, enemy of the ni...”
“The stars are threshed, and the souls are threshed from their husks.”