Elith

“So? If I die, then I die! The loss to the world won’t be great. Yes, and I’m fairly bored with myself already. I am like a man who is yawning at a ball, whose reason for not going home to bed is only that his carriage hasn’t arrived yet. But the carriage is ready . . . farewell!
I run through the memory of my past in its entirety and can’t help asking myself: Why have I lived? For what purpose was I born? . . .
There probably was one once, and I probably did have a lofty calling, because I feel a boundless strength in my soul . . .
But I didn’t divine this calling. I was carried away with the baits of passion, empty and unrewarding. I came out of their crucible as hard and cold as iron, but I had lost forever the ardor for noble aspirations, the best flower of life.
Since then, how many times have I played the role of the ax in the hands of fate! Like an instrument of execution, I fell on the head of doomed martyrs, often without malice, always without regret . . .
My love never brought anyone happiness, because I never sacrificed anything for those I loved: I loved for myself, for my personal pleasure.
I was simply satisfying a strange need of the heart, with greediness, swallowing their feelings, their joys, their suffering—and was never sated. Just as a man, tormented by hunger, goes to sleep in exhaustion and dreams of sumptuous dishes and sparkling wine before him. He devours the airy gifts of his imagination with rapture, and he feels easier. But as soon as he wakes: the dream disappears . . . and all that remains is hunger and despair redoubled!
And, maybe, I will die tomorrow! . . . And not one being on this earth will have ever understood me totally. Some thought of me as worse, some as better, than I actually am . . . Some will say “he was a good fellow,” others will say I was a swine. Both one and the other would be wrong.
Given this, does it seem worth the effort to live? And yet, you live, out of curiosity, always wanting something new . . . Amusing and vexing!”
― Mikhail Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time

“El ser humano casi siempre perdona lo que comprende.”
― Mikhail Lermontov, Hero of Our Time

“¡Así es la gente! Todos son iguales: conocen de antemano todos los aspectos dañinos de una acción, ayudan, aconsejan e incluso la aprueban, al ver que no hay otro remedio, pero luego se lavan las manos y dan la espalda, con indignación, a quien tuvo el valor de cargar con toda responsabilidad. ¡Todos son así, hasta los más bondadosos, hasta los más inteligentes...!”
― Mikhail Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time

“Me es difícil resistirme a estas muestras de buenos modales. Tengo la impresión de que estas personas tan bien educadas jamás podrían hacerle nada malo a nadie. Yendo un poco más lejos, parece que sepan discernir a quién sí pueden hacérselo.”
― Banana Yoshimoto, Asleep