Man only likes counting his grief, he doesn’t count his happiness. But if he were to count properly, he’d see that there’s enough of both lots for him. – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Man only likes counting his grief, he doesn’t count his happiness. But if he were to count properly, he’d see that there’s enough of both lots for him. – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Man only likes counting his grief, he doesn’t count his happiness. But if he were to count properly, he’d see that there’s enough of both lots for him. – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Man only likes counting his grief, he doesn’t count his happiness. But if he were to count properly, he’d see that there’s enough of both lots for him. – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Man only likes counting his grief, he doesn’t count his happiness. But if he were to count properly, he’d see that there’s enough of both lots for him. – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Oh, I have always been proud, I always wanted all or nothing! You see it was just because I am not one who will accept half a happiness, but always wanted all – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Listen! I know it’s not right to talk. Better to set an example, better to just start – I have already started – and – and can one really be unhappy? Oh, what do my grief and my misfortune matter if I have the strength to be happy? You know, I don’t understand how one can walk by a tree and not be happy at the sight of it! Or to speak with a man and not be happy in loving him? Oh, it’s just that I can’t express it – and yet there are so many things at every stop so beautiful that even the most desolate of men find them beautiful. Look at a child, look at Go’s sunrise, look at the grass, how it grows, look into eyes that look at you and love you – – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
And with love one can live even without happiness. – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
And with love one can live even without happiness. – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
And with love one can live even without happiness. – Fyodor Dostoyevsky
