Remake Ourselves

The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents.




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I just remembered how god damn astounding The Brothers Karamazov is. I think I need to plan a reread sometime soon. 

The centrifugal force of our planet is still fearfully strong…I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe; yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky. I love some people, whom one loves, you know, sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I’ve long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one’s heart prizes them.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov  (via paperswallow)

The stupider one is, the closer one is to reality. The stupider one is, the clearer one is. Stupidity is brief and artless, while intelligence wriggles and hides itself. Intelligence is a knave, but stupidity is honest and straightforward.

Dostoyevsky, Fyodor. The Brothers Karamazov.  (via wordsnquotes)

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People talk sometimes of a bestial cruelty, but that’s a great injustice and insult to the beasts; a beast can never be so cruel as a man, so artistically cruel.

Dostoyevsky Fyodor. The Brothers Karamazov (via wordsnquotes)

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My brother asked the birds to forgive him; that sounds senseless, but it is right; for all is like an ocean, all is flowing and blending; a touch in one place sets up movement at the other end of the earth. It may be senseless to beg forgiveness of the birds, but birds would be happier at your side – a little happier, anyway – and children and all animals, if you were nobler than you are now. It’s all like an ocean, I tell you. Then you would pray to the birds too, consumed by an all-embracing love, in a sort of transport, and pray that they too will forgive you your sin. Treasure this ecstasy, however senseless it may seem to men.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via imperialscythia)

What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via larmoyante)

Above all, don’t lie to yourself. The man who lies to himself and listens to his own lie comes to a point that he cannot distinguish the truth within him, or around him, and so loses all respect for himself and for others. And having no respect he ceases to love.

Dostoyevsky, Fyodor. The Brothers Karamazov. (via wordsnquotes)

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You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.

The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via itseasyjusttolookaway)

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

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov (via violentwavesofemotion)