“Something in my soul was rising, rising, ceaselessly, painfully, and refused to be still.”
More from Fyodor Dostoyevsky
“I want to get to know you once for all, and I want you to know me. And then say good-bye.…”
“I am too young and I’ve loved you too much.”
“Yet in their absence I seemed to love them so much.”
“What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.”