I had to do something. I was missing my Harry Potter on the train. So I read Jane Austin's Emma, which was beautiful, with such fun characters! Reading such happy material can only go for so long before it's time for a downer....:) So of course Dostoevsky was my first choice! I figured his short stories would overwhelm me a little at a time, versus his novels- which sometimes seem to never end.
But I thought this was beautiful:
"For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments. And meanwhile your soul is all the time craving and longing for something else. And in vain does the dreamer rummage about in his old dreams, raking them over as though they were a heap of cinders, looking in these cinders for some spark, however tiny, to fan it into a flame so as to warm his chilled blood by it and revive in it all that he held so dear before, all that touched his heart, that made his blood course through his veins, that drew tears from his eyes, and that so splendidly deceived him!"
Fyodor Dostoevsky in 'White Nights'
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3 comments:
i love it.
i'm reading atlas shrugged at the moment. 500% more relevant to current events than i thought.
I brought my Brothers K with me and I am almost finished with my other books so I cant avoid it much longer...800 pages is a big commitment for a slow reader like me.
there are DEFINITELY worse problems in the world... i'm just kind of mad we got swindled! :) oy vey
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