Fyodor Dostoevsky Quotes About Pleasure

Quotes about: Pleasure

• A man who lies to himself, and believes his own lies becomes unable to recognize truth, either in himself or in anyone else, and he ends up losing respect for himself and for others. When he has no respect for anyone, he can no longer love, and, in order to divert himself, having no love in him, he yields to his impulses, indulges in the lowest forms of pleasure, and behaves in the end like an animal. And it all comes from lying - lying to others and to yourself.

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  Wisdom, Truth, Lying

  "The Brothers Karamazov". Book by Fyodor Dostoevsky, 1879 - 1880.

• My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn't that enough for a whole lifetime?

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  Happiness, Bliss, Moments

  "Personal Quotes/ Biography". www.imdb.com.

• The man who lies to himself can be more easily offended than anyone else. You know it is sometimes very pleasant to take offense, isn't it? A man may know that nobody has insulted him, but that he has invented the insult for himself, has lied and exaggerated to make it picturesque, has caught at a word and made a mountain out of a molehill--he knows that himself, yet he will be the first to take offense, and will revel in his resentment till he feels great pleasure in it.

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  Lying, Men, Insulted Him

  Fyodor Dostoevsky (2015). “The Brothers Karamazov”, p.67, First Avenue Editions

• But what can a decent man speak of with most pleasure? Answer: Of himself. Well, so I will talk about myself.

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  Life, Men, Answers

  Fyodor Dostoevsky (2018). “White Nights and Other Stories”, p.71, Youcanprint

• 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

• There is nothing in the world more difficult than candor, and nothing easier than flattery. If there is a hundredth of a fraction of a false note to candor, it immediately produces dissonance, and as a result, exposure. But in flattery, even if everything is false down to the last note, it is still pleasant, and people will listen not without pleasure; with coarse pleasure, perhaps, but pleasure nevertheless.

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  People, World, Lasts

  "Personal Quotes/ Biography". www.imdb.com.

• It's in despair that you find the sharpest pleasures, particularly when you are most acutely aware of the hopelessness of your position.

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  Despair, Hopelessness, Pleasure

• This pleasure comes precisely from the sharpest awareness of your own degradation; from the knowledge that you have gone to the utmost limit; that it is despicable, yet cannot be otherwise; that you no longer have any way out; that you will never become a different man.

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  Men, Gone, Degradation

• Do you think it is a vain hope that one day man will find joy in noble deeds of light and mercy, rather than in the coarse pleasures he indulges in today -- gluttony, fornication, ostentation, boasting, and envious vying with his neighbor? I am certain this is not a vain hope and that the day will come soon.

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  Men, Thinking, Light

  Fyodor Dostoevsky (2011). “The Brothers Karamazov”, p.545, Bantam Classics

• But it's precisely in this cold, loathsome half-despair, half-belief, in this deliberate burying of yourself underground for forty years out of sheer pain, in this assiduously constructed, and yet somewhat dubious hopelessness, in all this poision of unfulfilled desires turned inward, this fever of vacillations, of resolutions adopted for eternity, and of repentances a moment later that you find the very essence of that strange, sharp pleasure.

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  Pain, Years, Essence

• For example, I'm terribly proud. I'm as mistrustful and as sensitive as a hunchback or a dwarf; but, in truth, I've experienced some moments when if someone had slapped my face, I might even have been grateful for it. I'm being serious. I probably would have been able to derive a peculiar sort of pleasure from it-the pleasure of despair, naturally, but the most intense pleasures occur in despair, especially when you're very acutely aware of the hopelessness of your own predicament.

  Fyodor Dostoevsky

  Grateful, Dwarves, Despair

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