tooradtobesadstuff:

“One thanks some people for being alive at the same time with one; I thank you for having met me, for my being able to remember you all my life!”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky (White Nights)

thepictureofexistentialdread:

““It was a wonderful night, the kind of night, dear reader, which is only possible when we are young…””

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– Fyodor Dostoevsky, ‘White Nights’

fleurjaeggy:

“…he desires nothing, because he is above desire, he has everything because he is surfeited, because he is the artist of his own life and he creates it for himself by the hour as the mood takes him.”

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights (trans. Alan Myers)

freewayhaunt:

“And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking into these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!”
― Dostoevsky

beljar:

I was fearfully afraid of being seen, of being met, of being recognized.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from White Nights, 1848

persephonediary:

I am a dreamer. I know so little of real life that I just can’t help re-living such moments as these in my dreams, for such moments are something I have very rarely experienced.

—Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

petaltexturedskies:

fyodor dostoevsky, white nights