Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoyevsky
"She's lying!" he thought to himself, biting his nails in anger. "The proud thing! She doesn't want to admit that she'd like playing the benefactress! Oh, base characters! They love, and it comes out like hate..."
-Raskolnikov on Dunya; part three, chapter three, page 232
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"He's an intelligent man, but it takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently."
-Raskolnikov, about Pyotr Petrovich; part three, chapter three, page 235
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"One must be tolerant; then so much, so much can be forgiven."
-Dunya, about Raskolnikov; part three, chapter four, page 240
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"And at the same time they quite often fail to notice the really new ones, and even despise them as backward, shabby-minded people. But in my opinion there cannot be any significant danger here, and there is really nothing for you to be alarmed about, because they never go far. Of course, they ought to receive an occasional whipping, to remind them of their place when they get carried away, but no more than that; there isn't even any need for someone to whip them: they'll whip themselves, because they're so well-behaved; some perform this service for each other, and some do it with their own hands... all the while imposing various public penances on themselves-the result is beautiful and edifying; in short, there's nothing for you to be alarmed about... Such a law exists."
-Raskolnikov to Porfiry Petrovich, on the ordinary people who believe themselves extraordinary; part three, chapter five, page 262
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"Suffering and pain are always obligatory for a broad consciousness and a deep heart. Truly great men, I think, must feel great sorrow in this world," he suddenly added pensively, not even in the tone of the conversation.
-Raskolnikov, part three, chapter five, page 264
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"No, those people are made differently; the true master, to whom all is permitted, sacks Toulon, makes a slaughterhouse of Paris, forgets an army in Egypt, expends half a million men in a Moscow campaign, and gets off with a pun in Vilno; and when he dies they set up monuments to him-and thus everything is permitted. No, obviously such men are made not of flesh but of bronze!"
-Raskolnikov, alluding to Napoleon's career; part three, chapter six, page 274
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"Just think: I struck her only twice with a riding crop; there weren't even any marks... Please do not regard me as a cynic; I do know exactly how vile it was on my part, and so on; but I also know perfectly well that Marfa Petrovna may even have been glad of my, shall we say, enthusiasm. The story concerning your dear sister had been wrung out to the last drop. It was already the third day that Marfa Petrovna had been obliged to stay at home; she had nothing to take her to town, and besides they were all sick of her there, what with that letter of hers (you did hear about the reading of the letter?). And suddenly those two strokes fell as if from heaven! She ordered the carriage to be readied first thing!... I won't even mention the fact that there are occasions when women find it extremely agreeable to be insulted, for all their apparent indignation. Everyone has known them, these occasions; man in general finds it extremely pleasant to be insulted-have you noticed? But it's especially so with women. One might even say it's their only provender."
-Svidrigailov, part four, chapter one, pages 282-283
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Generally speaking, Pyotr Petrovich belonged to that category of people who appear extremely affable in company, and with a special claim to affability, but who, as soon as something grates on them, instantly lose all their resources and begin to seem more like sacks of flour than offhand and convivial cavaliers.
-part four, chapter two, page 297
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He had stood on his mettle to the last limit, without supposing even the possibility that the two poor and defenseless women could get out from under his power. Vanity contributed much to this conviction, as did that degree of self-confidence which is best called self-admiration. Having risen from insignificance, Pyotr Petrovich had a morbid habit of admiring himself, highly valued his intelligence and abilities, and sometimes, alone with himself, even admired his own face in the mirror. But most of all in the world he loved and valued his money, acquired by labor and various means: it made him equal to all that was higher than himself.
-part four, chapter three, page 306
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"Three ways are open to her," he thought, "to throw herself into the canal, to go to the madhouse, or... or, finally, to throw herself into a depravity that stupefies reason and petrifies the heart." This last thought was the most loathsome of all to him; but he was already a skeptic; he was young, abstract, and consequently cruel; and therefore he could not but believe that the last outcome-that is, depravity-was the most likely.
-Raskolnikov on Sonya, part four, chapter four, page 323
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...suddenly, at the third word, her voice rose and broke like an overtightened string.
-Sonya, part four, chapter four, page 326
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The candle-end had long been burning out in the bent candlestick, casting a dim light in this destitute room upon the murderer and the harlot strangely come together over the reading of the eternal book.
-part four, chapter four, page 328
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"Yes, yes, yes! Don't worry! It will keep, it will keep, sir," Porfiry Petrovich muttered, moving back and forth by the desk, but somehow aimlessly, as if darting now to the window, now to the bureau, then back to the desk, first avoiding Raskolnikov's suspicious eyes, then suddenly stopping dead and staring point-blank at him. His plump, round little figure gave it all an extremely strange effect, like a ball rolling in different directions and bouncing off all the walls and corners.
-part four, chapter five, page 333
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"...And he'll keep on, he'll keep on making circles around me, narrowing the radius more and more, and-whop! He'll fly right into my mouth, and I'll swallow him, sir, and that will be most agreeable, heh, heh, heh!"
-Porfiry Petrovich to Raskolnikov, on why he hasn't apprehended the murderer, part four, chapter five, page 340
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He was one of that numerous and diverse legion of vulgarians, feeble miscreates, half-taught petty tyrants who make a point of instantly latching on to the most fashionable current idea, only to vulgarize it at once, to make an instant caricature of everything they themeselves serve, sometimes quite sincerely.
-Lebezyatnikov; part five, chapter one , page 365
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The two were sitting side by side, sad and crushed, as if they had been washed up alone on a deserted shore after a storm. He looked at Sonya and felt how much of her love was on him, and, strangely, he suddenly felt it heavy and painful to be loved like that.
-part five, chapter four, page 422
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"...I decidedly do not understand why hurling bombs at people, according to all the rules of seige warfare, is a more respectable form. Fear of aesthetics is the first sign of powerlessness!...
"...If I am guilty, forgive me (though if I'm guilty, I cannot be forgiven)."
-Raskolnikov, part six, chapter seven, page 519
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-Raskolnikov on Dunya; part three, chapter three, page 232
***
"He's an intelligent man, but it takes something more than intelligence to act intelligently."
-Raskolnikov, about Pyotr Petrovich; part three, chapter three, page 235
***
"One must be tolerant; then so much, so much can be forgiven."
-Dunya, about Raskolnikov; part three, chapter four, page 240
***
"And at the same time they quite often fail to notice the really new ones, and even despise them as backward, shabby-minded people. But in my opinion there cannot be any significant danger here, and there is really nothing for you to be alarmed about, because they never go far. Of course, they ought to receive an occasional whipping, to remind them of their place when they get carried away, but no more than that; there isn't even any need for someone to whip them: they'll whip themselves, because they're so well-behaved; some perform this service for each other, and some do it with their own hands... all the while imposing various public penances on themselves-the result is beautiful and edifying; in short, there's nothing for you to be alarmed about... Such a law exists."
-Raskolnikov to Porfiry Petrovich, on the ordinary people who believe themselves extraordinary; part three, chapter five, page 262
***
"Suffering and pain are always obligatory for a broad consciousness and a deep heart. Truly great men, I think, must feel great sorrow in this world," he suddenly added pensively, not even in the tone of the conversation.
-Raskolnikov, part three, chapter five, page 264
***
"No, those people are made differently; the true master, to whom all is permitted, sacks Toulon, makes a slaughterhouse of Paris, forgets an army in Egypt, expends half a million men in a Moscow campaign, and gets off with a pun in Vilno; and when he dies they set up monuments to him-and thus everything is permitted. No, obviously such men are made not of flesh but of bronze!"
-Raskolnikov, alluding to Napoleon's career; part three, chapter six, page 274
***
"Just think: I struck her only twice with a riding crop; there weren't even any marks... Please do not regard me as a cynic; I do know exactly how vile it was on my part, and so on; but I also know perfectly well that Marfa Petrovna may even have been glad of my, shall we say, enthusiasm. The story concerning your dear sister had been wrung out to the last drop. It was already the third day that Marfa Petrovna had been obliged to stay at home; she had nothing to take her to town, and besides they were all sick of her there, what with that letter of hers (you did hear about the reading of the letter?). And suddenly those two strokes fell as if from heaven! She ordered the carriage to be readied first thing!... I won't even mention the fact that there are occasions when women find it extremely agreeable to be insulted, for all their apparent indignation. Everyone has known them, these occasions; man in general finds it extremely pleasant to be insulted-have you noticed? But it's especially so with women. One might even say it's their only provender."
-Svidrigailov, part four, chapter one, pages 282-283
***
Generally speaking, Pyotr Petrovich belonged to that category of people who appear extremely affable in company, and with a special claim to affability, but who, as soon as something grates on them, instantly lose all their resources and begin to seem more like sacks of flour than offhand and convivial cavaliers.
-part four, chapter two, page 297
***
He had stood on his mettle to the last limit, without supposing even the possibility that the two poor and defenseless women could get out from under his power. Vanity contributed much to this conviction, as did that degree of self-confidence which is best called self-admiration. Having risen from insignificance, Pyotr Petrovich had a morbid habit of admiring himself, highly valued his intelligence and abilities, and sometimes, alone with himself, even admired his own face in the mirror. But most of all in the world he loved and valued his money, acquired by labor and various means: it made him equal to all that was higher than himself.
-part four, chapter three, page 306
***
"Three ways are open to her," he thought, "to throw herself into the canal, to go to the madhouse, or... or, finally, to throw herself into a depravity that stupefies reason and petrifies the heart." This last thought was the most loathsome of all to him; but he was already a skeptic; he was young, abstract, and consequently cruel; and therefore he could not but believe that the last outcome-that is, depravity-was the most likely.
-Raskolnikov on Sonya, part four, chapter four, page 323
***
...suddenly, at the third word, her voice rose and broke like an overtightened string.
-Sonya, part four, chapter four, page 326
***
The candle-end had long been burning out in the bent candlestick, casting a dim light in this destitute room upon the murderer and the harlot strangely come together over the reading of the eternal book.
-part four, chapter four, page 328
***
"Yes, yes, yes! Don't worry! It will keep, it will keep, sir," Porfiry Petrovich muttered, moving back and forth by the desk, but somehow aimlessly, as if darting now to the window, now to the bureau, then back to the desk, first avoiding Raskolnikov's suspicious eyes, then suddenly stopping dead and staring point-blank at him. His plump, round little figure gave it all an extremely strange effect, like a ball rolling in different directions and bouncing off all the walls and corners.
-part four, chapter five, page 333
***
"...And he'll keep on, he'll keep on making circles around me, narrowing the radius more and more, and-whop! He'll fly right into my mouth, and I'll swallow him, sir, and that will be most agreeable, heh, heh, heh!"
-Porfiry Petrovich to Raskolnikov, on why he hasn't apprehended the murderer, part four, chapter five, page 340
***
He was one of that numerous and diverse legion of vulgarians, feeble miscreates, half-taught petty tyrants who make a point of instantly latching on to the most fashionable current idea, only to vulgarize it at once, to make an instant caricature of everything they themeselves serve, sometimes quite sincerely.
-Lebezyatnikov; part five, chapter one , page 365
***
The two were sitting side by side, sad and crushed, as if they had been washed up alone on a deserted shore after a storm. He looked at Sonya and felt how much of her love was on him, and, strangely, he suddenly felt it heavy and painful to be loved like that.
-part five, chapter four, page 422
***
"...I decidedly do not understand why hurling bombs at people, according to all the rules of seige warfare, is a more respectable form. Fear of aesthetics is the first sign of powerlessness!...
"...If I am guilty, forgive me (though if I'm guilty, I cannot be forgiven)."
-Raskolnikov, part six, chapter seven, page 519
Posted at literaryquotes.