Trofimovich Quotes & Sayings

Men are made uneasy; they flinch; they cannot bear the sudden light; a general restlessness supervenes; the face of society is disturbed, or perhaps convulsed; old interests and old beliefs have been destroyed before new ones have been created. These symptoms are the precursors of revolution; they have preceded all the great changes through which the world has passed. — Henry Thomas Buckle

who had the advantage of seeming to be an American without the disadvantage of actually being one; and Adeyemi, — Robert Harris

We have, in the E.U., a market rigged in favour of the rich and stacked against the poor, and I think that's wrong. — Michael Gove

Jace is in love with the idea of dying, said Isabelle. — Cassandra Clare

What will it feel like after you die? Exactly the same as it felt for those billions of years before you were born. — Ricky Gervais

Stepan Trofimovich managed to touch the deepest strings in his friend's heart and to call forth in him the first, still uncertain sensation of that age-old, sacred anguish which the chosen soul, having once tasted and known it, will never exchange for any cheap satisfaction. (There are lovers of this anguish who cherish it more than the most radical satisfaction, if that were even possible.) — Fyodor Dostoyevsky

It often takes catching a glimpse of how our life would be without something that's valuable to us for us to realize just how valuable it is. — Hal Elrod

Some people refuse to accept the limits given to them by others. — Chris Grabenstein

There are strange friendships," Dostoevsky writes, with reference to Stepan Trofimovich and Varvara Petrovna in Demons. "Two friends are almost ready to eat each other, they live like that all their lives, and yet they cannot part. Parting is even impossible: the friend who waxes capricious and breaks it off will be the first to fall sick and die." A marvelous passage, communicating so economically the diabolical undercurrent of certain friendships, their weird fatalism. — Elif Batuman

Why, I certainly won't leave you, Stepan Trofimovich, I'll never leave you, sir!' She seized his hands and clasped them in hers, and pressed them to her heart as she looked at him with tears in her eyes. ('I became very sorry for him at that moment,' she told us later.) His lips began to tremble, almost convulsively. — Fyodor Dostoyevsky