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Alas, I had always loved sorrow and grief, but only for myself, for myself; for them I wept in my pity. I stretched out my arms to them in my despair, accusing, cursing, and despising myself. I told them that I had done all this, I alone, that I had brought them corruption, contagion, and lies!Fyodor Dostoyevsky
2
This life you cry up so much is what I wanted to extinguish by suicide, whereas my dream, my dream–oh, it has revealed to me a great, new, regenerated intensity of life!Fyodor Dostoyevsky
3
I was ready to leave with every load, with every worthy individual of respectable appearance hiring a cab; but absolutely nobody invited me, not one; it was as if they had forgotten me, as if I was actually something alien to them!Fyodor Dostoyevsky