heartscausus:

Museum apartment of Dostoevsky.

Playing his apartment on the memory of his wife and family. In the office clock stopped on the day and hour of his death.

St. Petersburg 2012/11

Photo by me (UriKru)

(Source: heartcaucus, via dostoyevsky)

"Beauty is a fearful and terrible thing! Fearful because its undefinable, and it cannot be defined, because here God gave us only riddles. Here the shores converge, here all contradictions live together….the terrible thing is that beauty is not only fearful but mysterious. Here the devil is struggling with God, and the battlefield is the human heart."

Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamoazov (via exceptionallyread)

(via dostoyevsky)

 

"A Dostoevsky novel sitting on a shelf is a bowl of anxiety and confusion, a bundle of frustrations marked by a desperate need for redemption."

Raquel Chanto


"I think that if the devil does not exist, and man has therefore created him, he has created him in his own image and likeness."

Fyodor Dostoevsky

The Brothers Karamazov

"As soon as someone is there, close to me, his personality oppresses my self-esteem and restricts my freedom. In twenty-four hours I can begin to hate even the best of men…"

Fyodor Dostoevsky

The Brothers Karamazov

 

"A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies, becomes unable to recognize truth, either in himself or in anyone else, and he ends up losing respect for himself and for others. When he has no respect for anyone, he can no longer love, and in him, he yields to his impulses, indulges in the lowest form or pleasure, and behaves in the end like an animal in satisfying his vices. And it all comes from lying – to others and to yourself."

The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky 

(via jemesuisperdu)

"But man is so partial to systems and abstract conclusions that he is ready intentionally to distort the truth, to turn a blind eye and a deaf ear, only so as to justify his logic."

(Notes From Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky)

"I swear to you gentlemen, that to be overly conscious is a sickness, a real, thorough sickness. - Fyodor Dostoevsky"

Notes from the Underground (via subsequenced)