Fyodor Dostoyevsky Quotes

“You ache with it all; and the more mysterious it is, the more you ache.”

“You ache with it all; and the more mysterious it is, the more you ache.”

“Get out of my head,You've overstayed your stay,This head no longer can spare more thoughts,Leave my aching heart alone,You weaved your web all over my heart,Captured what was never yours,The aching in my chest can't bare more,Get out of here,My soul is no longer a safe place.”

“A WORD OF ENCOURAGEMENTStomach-ache can be a curse”

“When sadness knows the reason of tears, heart prepares to carry the ache for years”

“When I ache to live, my mind loves to stay with the peaceful whiteness of a pigeon’s care...in boundless amity..”

“The Ache That Would Not LeaveBehind the hum and routine of daily living, there lay a persistent and wild longing for something she could not easily put into words. It felt like impulsive adventures and watching the sun rise over unfamiliar mountains, or coffee in a street café, set to the background music of a foreign language. It was the smell of the ocean, with dizzying seagulls whirling in a cobalt sky; exotic foods and strange faces, in a city where no one knew her name. She wanted secrets whispered at midnight, and road trips without a map, but most of all, she ached for someone who desired to explore the mysteries that lay sleeping within her. The truly heartbreaking part was that she could feel the remaining days of her life falling away, like leaves from an autumn tree, but still this mysterious person who held the key to unlock her secrets did not arrive; they were missing, and she knew not where to find them.”

“Incidentally her head ached and her shoulders ached and her lungs ached and the ankle-bones of both feet ached quite excruciatingly. But nothing of her felt permanently incapacitated except her noble expression. Like a strip of lip-colored lead suspended from her poor little nose by two tugging wire-gray wrinkles her persistently conscientious sickroom smile seemed to be whanging aimlessly against her front teeth. The sensation certainly was very unpleasant.”

“I ache for you.”

“Muscles aching to work, minds aching to create - this is man.”

“She ached: oh, how she ached. Her soul was like one big bruise.”