Fyodor Dostoevsky Quotes About Hurt

Quotes about: Hurt

• I tell you, the old-fashioned doctor who treated all diseases has completely disappeared, now there are only specialists, and they advertise all the time in the newspapers. If your nose hurts, they send you to Paris: there's a European specialist there, he treats noses. You go to Paris, he examines your nose: I can treat only your right nostril, he says, I don't treat left nostrils, it's not my specialty, but after me, go to Vienna, there's a separate specialist there who will finish treating your left nostril.

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  Hurt, Doctors, Paris

• I am a sick man...I am a wicked man. An unattractive man. I think my liver hurts. However, i don't know a fig about my sickness, and am not sure what it is that hurts me. I am not being treated and never have been, though I respect medicine. What's more, I am also superstitious in the extreme; well, at least enough to respect medicine.

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  Hurt, Men, Thinking

• --you wouldn't have hurt me like this for nothing. So what have I done? How have I wronged you? Tell me.

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  Hurt, Done, Hurt Me

  Fyodor Dostoevsky (2017). “The Brothers Karamazov (English Russian Edition illustrated): Братья Карамазовы (англо-русская редакция иллюстрированная)”, p.423, Clap Publishing, LLC.

• The pleasure of despair. But then, it is in despair that we find the most acute pleasure, especially when we are aware of the hopelessness of the situation... ...everything is a mess in which it is impossible to tell what's what, but that despite this impossibility and deception it still hurts you, and the less you can understand, the more it hurts.

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  Hurt, Deception, Despair

• I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man. I think my liver is diseased. Then again, I don't know a thing about my illness; I'm not even sure what hurts.

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  Hurt, Men, Thinking

• I am a sick man...I am a spiteful man. An unattractive man. I think that my liver hurts.

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  Hurt, Men, Thinking

• Here my tears are falling, Nastenka. Let them flow, let them flow - they don't hurt anybody. They will dry Nastenka.

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  Hurt, Fall, Tears

  Fyodor Dostoevsky (2018). “White Nights and Other Stories”, p.55, Youcanprint

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