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February 16, 2007
dostoevsky on memories
Memories, whether joyful or bitter, are always a torment; for me, at least; but even this torment is a delight. And when your heart begins to feel heavy, painful, sad, then memories refresh and enliven it, as the dewdrops on a moist evening at the end of a hot day refresh and enliven a poor, sorry flower that has been burnt in the day’s heat.
I felt really well, really at ease, but at my very best moments I’m always sad for some reason. And the fact that I cried, that’s nothing at all; I don’t even know myself why I’m always crying. I feel things painfully, irritably; my impressions are morbid.
Dostoevsky - Poor People
Posted by amin at February 16, 2007 7:57 PM