I gave up caring about anything, and all the problems disappeared.

Life is in ourselves and not in the external.

All of a sudden I became aware of a little star in one of those patches and I began looking at it intently. That was because the little star gave me an idea: I made up my mind to kill myself that night. I had made up my mind to kill myself already two months before and, poor as I am, I bought myself an excellent revolver and loaded it the same day. But two months had elapsed and it was still lying in the drawer. I was so utterly indifferent to everything that I was anxious to wait for the moment when I would not be so indifferent and then kill myself. Why -- I don't know.

Do you understand, sir, do you understand what it means when you have absolutely nowhere to turn?" Marmeladov's question came suddenly into his mind "for every man must have somewhere to turn.

The greatest happiness is to know the source of unhappiness.

I am too young and I've loved you too much.

Love a man, even in his sin, for that love is a likeness of the divine love, and is the summit of love on earth.