Book: Crime and punishment. Page 9

This ought to anybody anywhere you could go.

Their resurrected love, the heart entered into infinite sources of life for the heart of another.

He went up to Dunya and quietly arm around her waist. She did not resist, but, all trembling like a leaf, looked at him with imploring eyes. He had wanted to say something, but his lips twisted, but to say he could not.
- Let go of me! - begging, said Dounia.
Svidrigailov shuddered: it was you have somehow not said how recent.
- Do not like? - he asked quietly.
Dunya negatively moved her head.
And... can't?.. Never? in despair, he whispered.
- Never! whispered Dounia.
It took a moment of terrible, dumb struggle in the soul of Svidrigailov. Untold eyes he looked at her. Suddenly he withdrew, turned away, quickly walked to the window and stood before him.

Both sitting there, sad and dead, as if after a storm thrown on the blank shore alone. He looked at Sonia and felt how much it was her love, and strangely, he suddenly became hard and painful that he so loved.

A lie can always be forgiven; lie thing cute, because the truth leads.

Suffering and pain are always obligatory for wide consciousness and deep heart.
Truly great people, I think, should feel the great sadness.

No matter how flattery from it is certainly at least half of it seems true.

There is nothing harder than speaking the truth and nothing easier than flattery.