But it's precisely in this cold, loathsome half-despair, half-belief, in this deliberate burying of yourself underground for forty years out of sheer pain, in this assiduously constructed, and yet somewhat dubious hopelessness, in all this poision of unfulfilled desires turned inward, this fever of vacillations, of resolutions adopted for eternity, and of repentances a moment later that you find the very essence of that strange, sharp pleasure.
Fyodor DostoevskyThey have succeeded in accumulating a greater mass of objects, but the joy in the world has grown less.
Fyodor DostoevskyIf you can put the question, 'Am I or am I not responsible for my acts?' then you are responsible.
Fyodor DostoevskyI have been tortured with longing to believe ... and the yearning grows stronger the more cogent the intellectual difficulties stand in the way.
Fyodor Dostoevsky