Super Quotes #31 : Fyodor Dostoyevsky
а сколько вещей на каждом шагу таких прекрасных, которые даже самый потерявшийся человек находит прекрасными?
а сколько вещей на каждом шагу таких прекрасных, которые даже самый потерявшийся человек находит прекрасными?
Посмотрите на ребенка посмотрите на Божию зарю, посмотрите на травку, как она растет, посмотрите в глаза, которые на вас смотрят и вас любят…
When I fall into the abyss, I go straight into it, head down and heels up, and I’m even pleased that I’m falling in just such a humiliating position, and for me I find it beautiful. And so in that very shame I suddenly begin a hymn.
Though I have said that I envy the normal man to the point of exasperation, yet I would not care to be in his place as he is now (though I will not stop envying him. No, no; anyway the underground life is more advantageous!) There, at any rate, one can-- bah! But after all, even now I am lying! I am lying because I know myself as surely as two times two makes four, that it is not at all underground that is better, but something different, quite different, for which I long but which I cannot find! Damn underground!
You long for life and try to settle the problems of life by a logical tangle. And how tiresome, how insolent your outbursts are, and at the same time, how scared you are! You talk nonsense and are pleased with it; you say imprudent things and are constantly afraid of them and apologizing for them.
You declare that you are afraid of nothing and at the same time try to ingratiate yourself with us. You declare that you are gnashing your teeth and at the same time you try to be witty so as to amuse us. You know that your witticisms are not witty, but you are evidently well satisfied with their literary value. You may perhaps really have suffered, but you have no respect whatsoever for your own suffering. You may be truthful in what you have said but you have no modesty; out of the pettiest vanity you bring your truth to public exposure, to the market place, to ignominity.
Frankly, if there ever was a time when I was really happy, it wasn't during those first intoxicating moments of my success, but long before that, when I hadn't yet read or shown my manuscript to anyone -- during those long nights of ecstatic hopes and dreams and passionate love of my work, when I had grown attached to my vision, to the characters I had created myself, as though they were my own offspring, as though they really existed -- and I loved, rejoiced and grieved over them, at times even shedding quite genuine tears over my guileless hero.
El secreto de la existencia no consiste solamente en vivir, sino en saber para que se vive.
در همه جوامع و در وقت پریشانی تردید و تزلزل یا در دوران های گذار و تحول همیشه اراذلی رنگارنگ از اعماق جامعه بر می آیند. منظور من آن گروه به اصطلاح پیشتاز و علمداران نیست که در هر جریانی می کوشند از دیگران جلوتر باشند (و جز این فکری ندارند) و هدفشان در این تلاش اغلب بسیار احمقانه است و در عین
حال کم و بیش معین.خیر،منظور من اراذل بی سر و پایی است که در همه جوامع هستند و فقط در دوران های تحول یا آشوب و گذار بر می آیند و آشکار می شوند.اینها نه فقط هدفی ندارند بلکه حتی نشانی از اندیشه در ذهنشان پیدا نیست و فقط بی شکیبی و تشویش جامعه را با شدت بسیار بیان می کنند.این اراذل همیشه بی آنکه
خود به این حال آگاه باشند در خدمت و تحت فرمان گروه کوچک «پیشتازان» قرار می گیرند که هدفی مشخص دارند و اگر خود بسیار سبک مغز نباشند (که کم پیش نمی آید که باشند) این زباله ها را به هر سو که بخواهند می روبند و هدایت می کنند