
I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky, I love some people, whom one loves you know sometimes without knowing why. [...] And I shall not weep from despair, but simply because I shall be happy in my tears, I shall steep my soul in my emotion. I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky- that's all it is. It's not a matter of intellect or logic, it's loving with one's inside, with one's stomach. The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky
something surged up from his heart, his soul was quivering, he wanted to sobThe Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky
Indeed, precious memories may remain even of a bad home, if only the heart knows how to find what is preciousThe Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky
It's the great mystery of human life that grief passes gradually into quiet tender joy.The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky
At certain moments after long-drawn-out pain, he wanted most of all (ashamed though he would have been to admit it) - he wanted someone to pity him as a sick child is pittied. He wanted them to stroke him, kiss him, cry a little over him, as children are cuddled and consoled.The Death of Ivan Ilyich, Leo Tolstoy