“How can it be repeated and what for? I love and can love only that earth which I have left, stained with my blood, when, in my ingratitude, I quenched my life with a bullet in my heart. But I have never, never ceased to love that earth, and perhaps on the very night I parted from it I loved it more than ever. Is there suffering upon this new earth? On our earth we can only love with suffering and through suffering. We cannot love otherwise, and we know of no other sort of love. I want suffering in order to love.” LoveDeathSufferingHumanityExistentialism Book:The Short Stories of Dostoevsky Source: The Short Stories of Dostoevsky
“To talk nonsense in one’s own way is almost better than to talk a truth that’s someone else’s” Philosophical FictionRussian Novel Author:Fydor Dostoevsky
“He heaps up riches by himself and thinks How strong I am now and how secure and in his madness he does not understand that the more he heaps up, the more he sinks into self-destructive impotence” Worthless Riches Author:Fydor Dostoevsky