I don’t even know whether I still love him. I feel pity for him, and that is a poor sign of love. If I loved him, If I still loved him, perhaps I shouldn’t be sorry for him now, but should hate him.
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Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov (via violentwavesofemotion)
June 17, 2014
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