Dina Khatib’s Reviews > White Nights: by Fyodor Dostoevsky | Hardcover Format > Status Update

“I love him, but that will pass, it must pass, it cannot but pass; it’s already passing, I can sense it… Who knows, perhaps it will even end today, because I hate him”

“Your hand is cold, mine is as hot as fire. How blind you are, Nastenka!”

“Listen, I swear to you that if ever I am in the position to marry, then you will certainly be the one to make me happy;”

“Your fantastic world will grow pale, your dreams will wither, die and scatter like yellow leaves from the trees…”

“And you ask yourself: Where are your dreams? And you shake your head and say: How quickly do the years fly by! And again you ask yourself: What have you done with your years? Where have you buried your best days? Did you live or not?”

“even dreams need to be replenished!”

“And in vain does the dreamer rake through his old dreams, as if they were ashes, searching in these ashes for at least some little spark, in order to fan it into flames, and with this rekindled fire warm his heart, which has grown cold, and resurrect in himself once again everything that he had held dear, that had touched his soul, that had made his blood boil, that had brought tears to his eyes”

“You are outgrowing your former ideals: they are being smashed to dust, to bits and pieces; and if there is no other life, then you must build it from these bits and pieces.”