The Idiot Quotes

“In my view, Roman Catholicism is not even a faith, but is decidedly a continuation of the Western Roman Empire, and in it everything, beginning with faith, is subordinated to that idea. The Pope seized the earth, an earthly throne, and took up the sword; ever since then it has all gone like that, except that to the sword they’ve added lies, slyness, deception, fanaticism, superstition and evil-doing, and played with the people’s most sacred, truthful, simple, fiery emotions, exchanging everything, everything for money, for base, earthly power. And isn’t that the teaching of the Antichrist?”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“...there was about five minutes of time left for him to live.

"...he seemed to be living, in these minutes, so many lives that there was no need as yet to think of that last moment, so that he made several arrangements, dividing up the time into portions--one for saying farewell to his companions, two minutes for that; then a couple more for thinking over his own life and career and all about himself; and another minute for a last look around. He remembered having divided his time like this quite well. While saying good- bye to his friends he recollected asking one of them some very usual everyday question, and being much interested in the answer. Then having bade farewell, he embarked upon those two minutes which he had allotted to looking into himself... He wished to put it to himself as quickly and clearly as possible, that here was he, a living, thinking man, and that in three minutes he would be nobody; or if somebody or something, then what and where? He thought he would decide this question once for all in these last three minutes. A little way off there stood a church, and its gilded spire glittered in the sun. He remembered staring stubbornly at this spire, and at the rays of light sparkling from it.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“Very well, then there's an experiment, and the thing is proved; one cannot live and count each moment; say what you like, but one cannot.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“The general never regretted his early marriage, or regarded it as a foolish youthful escapade; and he so respected and feared his wife that he was very near loving her.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“imagine the most terrible part of the whole punishment is, not the bodily pain at all—but the certain knowledge that in an hour,—then in ten minutes, then in half a minute, then now—this very instant—your soul must quit your body and that you will no longer be a man—and that this is certain, certain! That's the point—the certainty of it. Just that instant when you place your head on the block and hear the iron grate over your head—then—that quarter of a second is the most awful of all.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“Вчера я, встретив вас, пришла домой и выдумала одну картину. Христа пишут живописцы всё по евангельским сказаниям; я бы написала иначе: я бы изобразила его одного. Я оставила бы с ним только одного маленького ребенка. Ребенок играл подле него; может быть, рассказывал ему что-нибудь на своем детском языке, Христос его слушал, но теперь задумался; рука его невольно, забывчиво осталась на светлой головке ребенка. Он смотрит в даль, в горизонт; мысль, великая, как весь мир, покоится в его взгляде; лицо грустное. Ребенок замолк, облокотился на его колена и, подперши ручкой щеку, поднял головку и задумчиво, как дети иногда задумываются, пристально на него смотрит. Солнце заходит… Вот моя картина!”
― Федор Достоевский, Идиот

“In my view, Roman Catholicism is not even a faith, but is decidedly a continuation of the Western Roman Empire, and in it everything, beginning with faith, is subordinated to that idea. The Pope seized the earth, an earthly throne, and took up the sword; ever since then it has all gone like that, except that to the sword they’ve added lies, slyness, deception, fanaticism, superstition and evil-doing, and played with the people’s most sacred, truthful, simple, fiery emotions, exchanging everything, everything for money, for base, earthly power. And isn’t that the teaching of the Antichrist?”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“Compassion was the principal and, perhaps, the only law of existence for the whole of mankind.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“What does it matter if it’s an illness, then?’ he decided, at last, ‘what does it matter that it’s an abnormal tension, if the result itself, if the moment of sensation, recalled and examined in a condition of health, turns out to be the highest degree of harmony and beauty, yields a hitherto unheard-of and undreamed-of sense of completeness, proportion, reconciliation and an ecstatic, prayerful fusion with the highest synthesis of life?”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“Towards the end of November, during a thaw, at nine o'clock one morning, a train on the Warsaw and Petersburg railway was approaching the latter city at full speed. The morning was so damp and misty that it was only with great difficulty that the day succeeded in breaking; and it was impossible to distinguish anything more than a few yards away from the carriage windows.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“Убивать за убийство несоразмерно большее наказание, чем само преступление”
― Федор Достоевский, Идиот

“The morning was so damp and misty”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“he so respected and feared his wife that he was very near loving her.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“I'd like you to know there is a limit to the disgrace in the consciousness of one's own worthlessness and powerlessness beyond which a man cannot go, and after which he begins to feel a tremendous satisfaction in his own disgrace.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“Beauty is very difficult to judge. I’m not ready for it yet. Beauty is a mystery.”
― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

“Not that I will ever believe there is nothing in common between any two people, as some declare is the case. I am sure people make a great mistake in sorting each other into groups, by appearances;”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“I believe that to execute a man for murder is to punish him immeasurably more dreadfully than is equivalent to his crime. A murder by sentence is far more dreadful than a murder committed by a criminal. The man who is attacked by robbers at night, in a dark wood, or anywhere, undoubtedly hopes and hopes that he may yet escape until the very moment of his death. There are plenty of instances of a man running away, or imploring for mercy—at all events hoping on in some degree—even after his throat was cut. But in the case of an execution, that last hope—having which it is so immeasurably less dreadful to die,—is taken away from the wretch and certainty substituted in its place! There is his sentence, and with it that terrible certainty that he cannot possibly escape death—which, I consider, must be the most dreadful anguish in the world. You may place a soldier before a cannon’s mouth in battle, and fire upon him—and he will still hope. But read to that same soldier his death-sentence, and he will either go mad or burst into tears. Who dares to say that any man can suffer this without going mad? No, no! it is an abuse, a shame, it is unnecessary—why should such a thing exist? Doubtless there may be men who have been sentenced, who have suffered this mental anguish for a while and then have been reprieved; perhaps such men may have been able to relate their feelings afterwards. Our Lord Christ spoke of this anguish and dread. No! no! no! No man should be treated so, no man, no man!”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“And what aim in life is more important or sacred than a parental aim?”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“But the silent stranger could hardly have understood what was passing: she was a German who had not long been in Russia and knew not a word of Russian, and she seemed to be as stupid as she was handsome. She was a novelty and it had become a fashion to invite her to certain parties, sumptuously attired, with her hair dressed as though for a show, and to seat her in the drawing-room as a charming decoration, just as people sometimes borrow from their friends for a special occasion a picture, a statue, a vase, or a fire-screen.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“Мне двадцать седьмой год, а ведь я знаю, что я как ребенок. Я не имею права выражать мою мысль, я это давно говор��л; я только в Москве, с Рогожиным, говорил откровенно… Мы с ним Пушкина читали, всего прочли; он ничего не знал, даже имени Пушкина… Я всегда боюсь моим смешным видом скопрометировать мысль и главную идею. Я не имею жеста. Я имею жест всегда противоположный, а это вызывает смех и унижает идею. Чувства меры тоже нет, а это главное… Я знаю, что мне лучше сидеть и молчать. Когда я упрусь и замолчу, то даже очень благоразумным кажусь, и к тому же обдумываю”
― Федор Достоевский, Идиот

“If he noticed a female convict with a baby in her arms, he would approach, fondle the baby and snap his fingers at it to make it laugh. These things he did for many years, right up to his death; eventually he was famous all over Russia and all over Siberia, among the criminals, that is. One man who had been in Siberia told me that he himself had witnessed how the most hardened criminals remembered the general, and yet the general, when he visited the gangs of convicts, was rarely able to give more than twenty copecks to each man. It’s true that he wasn’t remembered with much affection, or even very seriously. Some ‘unfortunate wretch’, who had killed twelve people, or put six children to the knife solely for his own amusement (there were such men, it is said), would suddenly, apropos of nothing, perhaps only once in twenty years, sigh and say: ‘Well, and how’s the old general now, is he still alive?’ He would even, perhaps, smile as he said it – and that would be all. How can you know what seed had been cast into his soul for ever by this ‘old general’, whom he had not forgotten in twenty years? How can you know, Bakhmutov, what significance this communication between one personality and another may have in the fate of the personality that is communicated with?… I mean, we’re talking about the whole of a life, and a countless number of ramifications that are hidden from us. The very finest player of chess, the most acute of them, can only calculate a few moves ahead; one French player, who was able to calculate ten moves ahead, was described in the press as a miracle. But how many moves are here, and how much is there that is unknown to us? In sowing your seed, sowing your ‘charity’, your good deeds in whatever form, you give away a part of your personality and absorb part of another; a little more attention, and you are rewarded with knowledge, with the most unexpected discoveries. You will, at last, certainly view your deeds as a science; they will take over the whole of your life and may fill it. On the other hand, all your thoughts, all the seeds you have sown, which perhaps you have already forgotten, will take root and grow; the one who has received from you will give to another. And how can you know what part you will play in the future resolution of the fates of mankind? If this knowledge, and a whole lifetime of this work, exalts you, at last, to the point where you are able to sow a mighty seed, leave a mighty idea to the world as an inheritance, then…”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“Прощай, князь, в первый раз человека видела!”
― Федор Достоевский, Идиот

“What’s more certain than anything is that your pity is even stronger than my love!”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“Было так сыро и туманно, что насилу рассвело…”
― Федор Достоевский, Идиот

“يقولون أن الوداعة قوة هائلة.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“First you have to buy powder, pistol powder, not the damp, and not as coarse as for a cannon. Then you have to put the powder in first, and get some felt off a door. And then you have to put the bullet in afterwards, and not the bullet before the powder, or it won't go off. Do you hear, Keller? or else it won't go off. Ha-ha! Isn't that a magnificent reason, friend Keller?”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“And I fancy, besides, that we seem like such different people ... through various circumstances, that we cannot perhaps have many points in common. But yet I don't believe in that last idea myself, for it often only seems that there are no points in common, when there really are some ... it's just laziness that makes people classify themselves according to appearances, and fail to find anything in common.... But perhaps I am boring you? You seem ...”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“In order to achieve perfection, we must first of all fail to understand a great many things! And if we understand too quickly, we may not understand very well.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“Moje słowa nie odpowiadają moim myślom, a to poniża moje myśli.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

“Once I am rich, I shall be a genius, an extremely original man. One of the vilest and most hateful things connected with money is that it can buy even talent; and will do so as long as the world lasts.”
― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot