Fedor Dostoïevski citations
Fedor Dostoïevski
Date de naissance: 11. novembre 1821
Date de décès: 9. février 1881
Autres noms:Fiodor Michajlovič Dostojevskij,Fëdor Michajlovič Dostoevskij,Fjodor Michailowitsch Dostojewski
Fiodor Mikhaïlovitch Dostoïevski est un écrivain russe, né à Moscou le 11 novembre 1821 et mort à Saint-Pétersbourg le 9 février 1881. Considéré comme l'un des plus grands romanciers russes, il a influencé de nombreux écrivains et philosophes.
Après une enfance difficile, il fréquente une école d'officiers et se lie avec les mouvements progressistes pétersbourgeois. Arrêté en avril 1849, condamné à mort, il est finalement déporté dans un bagne de Sibérie pendant quatre ans. Redevenu sous-lieutenant, il démissionne de l'armée en 1859 et s'engage complètement dans l'écriture. Épileptique, joueur couvert de dettes et d'un caractère sombre, Dostoïevski fuit ses créanciers et mène une vie d'errance en Europe au cours de laquelle il abandonne toute foi dans le socialisme et devient un patriote convaincu.
Écrivain admiré après la publication de Crime et Châtiment et de L'Idiot , l'auteur publie ses œuvres les plus abouties, Les Démons et Les Frères Karamazov .
Les romans de Dostoïevski sont parfois qualifiés de « métaphysiques », tant la question angoissée du libre arbitre et de l'existence de Dieu est au cœur de sa réflexion, tout comme la figure du Christ. Cependant, ses œuvres ne sont pas des « romans à thèse », mais des romans où s'opposent de façon dialectique des points de vue différents avec des personnages qui se construisent eux-mêmes, au travers de leurs actes et de leurs interactions sociales. Dostoïevski chemine sur différents thèmes de la nature humaine et de la condition humaine.
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Citations Fedor Dostoïevski
„Granted that I dreamed it, yet it must have been real. You know, I will tell you a secret: perhaps it was not a dream at all!“
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Context: Oh, everyone laughs in my face now, and assures me that one cannot dream of such details as I am telling now, that I only dreamed or felt one sensation that arose in my heart in delirium and made up the details myself when I woke up. And when I told them that perhaps it really was so, my God, how they shouted with laughter in my face, and what mirth I caused! Oh, yes, of course I was overcome by the mere sensation of my dream, and that was all that was preserved in my cruelly wounded heart; but the actual forms and images of my dream, that is, the very ones I really saw at the very time of my dream, were filled with such harmony, were so lovely and enchanting and were so actual, that on awakening I was, of course, incapable of clothing them in our poor language, so that they were bound to become blurred in my mind; and so perhaps I really was forced afterwards to make up the details, and so of course to distort them in my passionate desire to convey some at least of them as quickly as I could. But on the other hand, how can I help believing that it was all true? It was perhaps a thousand times brighter, happier and more joyful than I describe it. Granted that I dreamed it, yet it must have been real. You know, I will tell you a secret: perhaps it was not a dream at all!
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„The chief thing is to love others like yourself, that's the chief thing, and that's everything; nothing else is wanted — you will find out at once how to arrange it all.“
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Context: A dream! What is a dream? And is not our life a dream? I will say more. Suppose that this paradise will never come to pass (that I understand), yet I shall go on preaching it. And yet how simple it is: in one day, in one hour everything could be arranged at once! The chief thing is to love others like yourself, that's the chief thing, and that's everything; nothing else is wanted — you will find out at once how to arrange it all. And yet it's an old truth which has been told and retold a billion times — but it has not formed part of our lives! The consciousness of life is higher than life, the knowledge of the laws of happiness is higher than happiness — that is what one must contend against. And I shall. If only everyone wants it, it can be arranged at once.
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„Let it be a dream, so be it, but that real life of which you make so much I had meant to extinguish by suicide, and my dream, my dream — oh, it revealed to me a different life, renewed, grand and full of power!“
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Context: Yes, I dreamed a dream, my dream of the third of November. They tease me now, telling me it was only a dream. But does it matter whether it was a dream or reality, if the dream made known to me the truth? If once one has recognized the truth and seen it, you know that it is the truth and that there is no other and there cannot be, whether you are asleep or awake. Let it be a dream, so be it, but that real life of which you make so much I had meant to extinguish by suicide, and my dream, my dream — oh, it revealed to me a different life, renewed, grand and full of power!
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