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The more I love mankind in general, the less I love people in particular, that is, individually, as separate persons...I often went so far as to think passionately of serving mankind, and, it may be, would really have gone to the cross for people if it were somehow suddenly necessary, and yet I am incapable of living in the same room with anyone even for two days, this I know from experience. As soon as someone is there, close to me, his personality oppresses my self-esteem and restricts my freedom. In twenty-four hours I can begin to hate even the best of men: one because he takes too long eating his dinner, another because he has a cold and keeps blowing his nose.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov

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I just think they’re neat

yes all my favorite characters are desperate to be loved. no i don’t think that says anything about me

Any other lit nerds out there always associate this quote with Erik?

“Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.”

Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Literally read and watched C&P after a breakup because I needed him. My mom heard me from the other room: “Come, Rodya. Let’s suffer together.”

"My child is fine."

"Your child's comfort character is Raskolnikov."

I had to go back.

Why. Just, why. This is a beautiful horror tragedy following a murderer skeleton who sleeps in a coffin and writes his musical scores in blood—a story of obsession and sorrow—NOT a story for YA adaptation. That’d be like turning Dracula into a YA story—oh, wait, they did, it’s called Twilight.

I hate this world.

You know when I said I wanted more original Phantom of the Opera adaptations, having the director of High School Musical making a YA version for Disney + really isn't what I had in mind

Yes, in fact

you ever just going about your day and then the weight of 'he had a heart that could have held the entire empire of the world and, in the end, he had to content himself with a cellar' hits you and you want to launch yourself over a cliff due to the sheer emotion