Book: Fathers and sons

Isn't love, holy, devoted love, all-powerful? Oh no! No matter how passionate, sinful, rebellious the heart is hidden in the grave, the flowers growing on it serenely look at us with their innocent eyes: they tell us not only about eternal calmness, about that great calmness of “indifferent” nature; they also speak of eternal reconciliation and endless life...

It's amazing how a person still believes in words. They will tell him, for example, a fool and not beat him, he will be sad; they will call him a smart girl and they will not give him money - he will feel pleasure.

It pleases you to scold yourself; but we are bored - give us others! we need to break others!

I am a poor man, but I still have not accepted alms.

I imagine there must be something special in the feeling of a man who knows and says that he is poor, some kind of vanity.

There is no such person that each of us could not judge!

"Did you think I had water in my veins?"

I sometimes suffer from bile spillage.

“Look,” Arkady said suddenly, “a dry maple leaf has come off and is falling to the ground; its movements are completely similar to the flight of a butterfly. Isn't it strange? The most sad and dead is similar to the most cheerful and alive.

Whatever slander may be cast on a man, he, in fact, deserves twenty times worse than that.

Yes, for example, you said today, passing by the hut of our elder Philip, - it is so nice, white, - now, you said, Russia will then reach perfection when the last peasant has the same room, and each of us should contribute to this ...

- I don't know what to tell you. A real person should not care about this; a real person is one about whom there is nothing to think about, but whom one must obey or hate.

- Where? I will answer you like an echo: where?

And I think: I’m lying here under a stack ... The narrow place that I occupy is so tiny in comparison with the rest of the space where I am not and where there is no concern for me; and the part of the time that I will be able to live is so insignificant before eternity, where I was not and will not be ... And in this atom, in this mathematical point, the blood circulates, the brain works, it also wants something ... What a disgrace ! What nonsense!