"Your hand is cold, mine burns like..." - Quote by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!
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“And though I suffer for you, yet it eases my heart to suffer for you.”
“What if man is not really a scoundrel, man in general, I mean, the whole race of mankind-then all the rest is prejudice, simply artificial terrors and there are no barriers and it's all as it should be.”
“Anyone who can appease a man's conscience can take his freedom away from him.”
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“I look at some of the great novelists, and I think the reason they are great is that they're telling the truth. The fact is they're using made-up names, made-up people, made-up places, and made-up times, but they're telling the truth about the human being- what we are capable of, what makes us lose, laugh, weep, fall down, and gnash our teeth and wring our hands and kill each other and love each other.”
“Mr. Knightley, if I have not spoken, it is because I am afraid I will awaken myself from this dream.”
“Her mind was all disorder. The past, present, future, every thing was terrible.”
More on Perception
“The sense organs, which are limited in scope and ability, randomly gather information. This partial information is arranged into judgments, which are based on previous judgments, which are usually based on someone else's foolish ideas. These false concepts and ideas are then stored in a highly selective memory system.”
“What opium is instilled into all disaster? It shows formidable as we approach it, but there is at last no rough rasping friction,but the most slippery sliding surfaces. We fall soft on a thought.”
“The fools think I am writing algebra but what I am really writing is geometry.”