Killing myself was a matter of such indifference to me that I felt like waiting for a moment when it would make some difference.
Fyodor DostoevskyDestroy my desires, eradicate my ideals, show me something better, and I will follow you.
Fyodor DostoevskyHe walked on without resting. He had a terrible longing for some distraction, but he did not know what to do, what to attempt. A new overwhelming sensation was gaining more and more mastery over him every moment; this was an immeasurable, almost physical, repulsion for everything surrounding him, an obstinate, malignant feeling of hatred. All who met him were loathsome to him - he loathed their faces, their movements, their gestures. If anyone had addressed him, he felt that he might have spat at him or bitten him... .
Fyodor Dostoevsky