Author: Fyodor Dostoevsky
notes
thoughts
2024-01-13
- I read this book back in March last year and thought it was really romantic
- But now I approach it with a different perspective, especially after watching the video
- It’s sad that he lives without perceiving reality
- Stuck in his own head
- Shackled by his delusion
- Tunnel vision
- Focus on romantic love
- Obsession with being loved
- Desperation and fear
- Pessimism toward future
- Clinging
- Pessimism toward future
- Desperation and fear
- Tunnel vision
- I used to approach love with the same mindset as the narrator
- Feeling like I have to win
- It’s this or I will never love again
- All or nothing
- Creating fantasies of people in my head and clinging to those
- Lofty expectations for romance
- It’s sad that he lives without perceiving reality
highlights
I don’t know how to be silent when my heart is speaking. – p. 4
”… Oh, if only you knew ho often I have been in love in that way…” “How? With whom?” “Why, with no one, with an ideal, with the one I dream of in my sleep. I make up regular romances in my dreams… .” – p. 4
… I am a dreamer; I have so little real life that i look upon such moments as this now, as so rare, that I cannot help going over such moments again in my dreams. I shall be dreaming of you all night, a whole week, a whole year. – p. 5
But so far that threatening has not arrived—he desires nothing, because he is superior to all desire, because he has everything, because he is satiated, because he is the artist of his own life, and creates it for himself every hour to suit his latest whim. And you know this fantastic world of fairyland is so easily, so naturally created! As though it were not a delusion! – p. 10
Why, one thanks some people for being alive at the same time with one; I thank you for having met me, for my being able to remember you all my life! – p. 17
May your sky be clear, may your sweet smile be bright and untroubled, and may you be blessed for that moment of blissful happiness which you gave to another, lonely and grateful heart! My God, a whole moment of happiness! Is that too little for the whole of a man’s life? – p. 27