Not because you are religious, but because I myself have experienced and felt it keenly, I will tell you in such moments one thirsts like “parched grass” for faith and finds it precisely because truth shines in misfortune. I will tell you regarding myself that I am a child of the age, a child of nonbelief and doubt up till now and even (I know it) until my coffin closes. What terrible torments this thirst to believe has cost me and still costs me, becoming stronger in my soul, the more there is in me of contrary reasonings. And yet sometimes God sends me moments in which I am utterly at peace.
— Fyodor Dostoevsky in a letter to N.D. Fonvizina, who sent him a copy of the gospels while he was in prison (via shortbreadsh)
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