I wanted to fathom her secrets; I wanted her to come to me and say: "I love you," … - Fyodor Dostoevsky

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I want to explain everything to him, show him that it’s really not as screwed up as it all sounds, but then I remember that it is.

Fyodor Dostoevsky

I wanted to fathom her secrets; I wanted her to come to me and say: "I love you," and if not that, if that was senseless insanity, then. . . well, what was there to care about? Did I know what I wanted? I was like one demented: all I wanted was to be near her, in the halo of her glory, in her radiance, always, for ever, all my life. I knew nothing more!

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He was one of the numerous and varied legion of dullards, of half-animated abortions, conceited, half-educated coxcombs, who attach themselves to the idea most in fashion only to vulgarize it and who caricature every cause they serve, however sincerely.

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Every man has some reminiscences which he would not tell to everyone, but only to his friends. He has others which he would not reveal even to his friends, but only to himself, and that in secret. But finally there are still others which a man is even afraid to tell himself, and every decent man has a considerable number of such things stored away. That is, one can even say that the more decent he is, the greater the number of such things in his mind.

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There is immeasurably more left inside than what comes out in words.

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Men like to to count their troubles; few calculate their happiness.

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To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.

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