My soul bleeds and the blood steadily, silently, disturbingly slowly, swallows me whole.
Fyodor DostoevskyI used to analyze myself down to the last thread, used to compare myself with others, recalled all the smallest glances, smiles and words of those to whom Iโd tried to be frank, interpreted everything in a bad light, laughed viciously at my attempts โto be like the restโ โand suddenly, in the midst of my laughing, Iโd give way to sadness, fall into ludicrous despondency and once again start the whole process all over again โ in short, I went round and round like a squirrel on a wheel.
Fyodor Dostoevsky--you wouldn't have hurt me like this for nothing. So what have I done? How have I wronged you? Tell me.
Fyodor DostoevskyBesides, nowadays, almost all capable people are terribly afraid of being ridiculous, and are miserable because of it.
Fyodor Dostoevsky