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Fyodor Dostoevsky

White Nights

  • Khushi Kapoorhas quotedlast year
    Have you lived or not? Look, one says to oneself, look how cold the world is growing
  • mariavictoriahas quoted7 months ago
    “I expected that he would come and see us more and more often after that, but it wasn’t so at all. He almost entirely gave up coming. He would just come in about once a month, and then only to invite us to the theatre. We went twice again. Only I wasn’t at all pleased with that; I saw that he was simply sorry for me because I was so hardly treated by grandmother, and that was all. As time went on, I grew more and more restless, I couldn’t sit still, I couldn’t read, I couldn’t work; sometimes I laughed and did something to annoy grandmother, at another

    time I would cry.
  • Khushi Kapoorhas quotedlast year
    In two minutes you have made me happy for ever.
  • Khushi Kapoorhas quotedlast year
    . . Good-bye, thank you! . . . ”

    “Surely . . . surely you don’t mean . . . that we shall never see each other again? . . . Surely this is not to be the end?”

    “You see,” said the girl, laughing, “at first you only wanted two words, and now. . . . However, I won’t say anything . . . perhaps we shall meet. . . . ”
  • Khushi Kapoorhas quotedlast year
    You . . . perhaps it was my fancy
  • -HAIUXXYhas quoted3 days ago
    The sky was so starry, so bright that, looking at it, one could not help asking oneself whether ill-humoured and capricious people could live under such a sky.
  • -HAIUXXYhas quoted3 days ago
    It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.
  • -HAIUXXYhas quoted3 days ago
    for if one chair is not standing in the same position as it stood the day before, I am not myself
  • Jovanahas quoted11 days ago
    and at the same time he cannot refuse his imagination the little diversion of comparing the queer fellow’s countenance during their conversation with the expression of an unhappy kitten treacherously captured, roughly handled, frightened and subjected to all sorts of indignities by children, till, utterly crestfallen, it hides away from them under a chair in the dark, and there must needs at its leisure bristle up, spit, and wash its insulted face with both paws, and long afterwards look angrily at life and nature, and even at the bits saved from the master’s dinner for it by the sympathetic housekeeper?
  • Irit Weinsteinhas quoted20 days ago
    I am a dreamer; I have so little real life that I look upon such moments as this now, as so rare, that I cannot help going over such moments again in my dreams.
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