Fyodor Dostoevsky Quotes

Flowers so strictly belong to youth, that we adult men soon come to feel, that their beautiful generations concern not us: we havehad our day; now let the children have theirs. The flowers jilt us, and we are old bachelors with our ridiculous tenderness.

Heavens, Mary, of course we'll laugh again. It's just that we'll never be young again.

I feel like you're only young once.

I was young and dumb back in the '90s, but I had a lot of fun.

I wasn't in any hurry to grow up and become this worldly person.

It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader.

At night the sky was very near, sprawled in star smoke and gamma cataclysms, but she didn't see it the way she used to, as soul extension, dumb guttural wonder, a thing that lived outside language in the oldest part of her.

It is children only who enjoy the present; their elders either live on the memory of the past or the hope of the future.

Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them.

Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.

Twilight fell: The sky turned to a light, dusky purple littered with tiny silver stars.

All through the night, men looked at the sky and were saddened by the stars.

the stars seemed near enough to touch and never before have i seen so many. i always believed the lure of flying is the lure of beauty, but i was sure of it that night.

I think that I was quite a grown-up child, and I have been a pretty childish adult.

We remember childhood as the fabulous years of our lives, and nations remember their childhood as fabulous years.

A lively retrospect summons back to us once more our youth, with vivid reflex of its early joys and unstained pleasures.

Oh, I wish I was young again when everything seemed so wonderful!

Youth is still where you left it, and that's where it should stay. Anything that was worth taking on life's journey, you'll already have taken with you.

Tasteful illumination of the night, Bright scattered, twinkling star of spangled earth.

Outside, in the newly fallen darkness, the world had been transformed. The sky had become a glistening tapestry of stars.

As I looked out into the night sky, across all those infinite stars, it made me realize how insignificant they are.

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

Inside every adult there's still a child that lingers.

Only to youth will spring be spring.