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"Spiritual or emotional pain doesn't become a memory so much as a bruise ..."
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"Her eyes reversed into herself, to watch the secret heart of herself pounding itself into pieces against the side of her chest."
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Personal Development
"Last night, lost in spaces between star-bays and lakes of clouds, I tossed and turned looking for you."
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Personal Development
"The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive."
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"A broken soul doesn't invest in boundaries because the world has crossed them, without mercy."
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Personal Development
"A heart never breaks in the same pattern of pieces."
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Personal Development
"Like many people, I feel like celebrating. Remember this feeling. It is human, and can help us understand when others express bloodlust."
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"When I am with you, even the water makes me drank."
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"I'm not up for laughing, but their laughter makes the room feel safer, so we begin to explore."
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"It hurts deeper is when somebody you love becomes someone you loved."
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"Everywhere in these days men have, in their mockery, ceased to understand that the true security is to be found in social solidarity rather than in isolated individual effort."
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"Children can be told anything-anything. I've always been struck by seeing how little grown-up people understand children, how little parents even understand their own children. Nothing should be concealed from children on the pretext that they are little and that it is too early for them to understand. What a miserable and unfortunate idea! And how readily the children detect that their fathers consider them too little to understand anything, though they understand everything. Grown-up people do not know that a child can give exceedingly good advice even in the most difficult case."
Parenting
"I am leaving now; but know, Katerina Ivanovna, that you indeed love only him. And the more he insults you, the more you love him. That is your strain. You precisely love him as he is, you love him insulting you. If he reformed, you would drop him at once and stop loving him altogether. But you need him in order to continually contemplate your high deed of faithfulness, and to reproach him for his unfaithfulness. And it all comes from your pride. Oh, there is much humility and humiliation in it, but all of it comes from pride."
Love
"I could have done even better, miss, and I'd know a lot more, if it wasn't for my destiny ever since childhood. I'd have killed a man in a duel with a pistol for calling me low-born, because I came from Stinking Lizaveta without a father, and they were shoving that in my face in Moscow. It spread there thanks to Grigory Vasilievich. Grigory Vasilievich reproaches me for rebelling against my nativity: 'You opened her matrix,' he says. I don't know about her matrix, but I'd have let them kill me in the womb, so as not to come out into the world at all, miss."
Fate
"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. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year."
Dreams
"I will put up with any mockery rather than pretend that I am satisfied when I am hungry."
Survival
"But then, we have science, and with its help we shall discover Truth once more; then we shall accept it in full knowledge. Knowledge is of a higher order than feeling; awareness of life is of a higher order than life. Science will give us wisdom, wisdom will reveal to us the laws of nature, and knowledge of the laws of nature will confer upon us a happiness beyond happiness."
Knowledge
"Men are made for happiness, and he who is completely happy has the right to say to himself, 'I am doing God's will on earth."
Fulfillment
"Without God all things are permitted."
Morality
"...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them."
Despair
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