Dostoevsky On Suffering Novels & Stories

It was a simple evil that promised pain to anyone who was not born within the grey and silver clouds that flew over all others of the Earth, and was a threat that kept the rest of humanity, still confined to the dirt and the underground chained to their will and servitude. But it wasn't enough. It was never going to be enough. It never would be enough. For Jasper, the life that he had been given now was still not enough. He had been drowned alive, electrocuted, burned, had all his limbs broken, injected with body altering substances, passed out on multiple occasions, stripped of his sight, but it was still not enough. Jasper needed to suffer to atone for his crimes. He needed to suffer. He n

"You knew that it was not true.. that all those discouraging thoughts were only caused by your worst condition.." "But those evils surrounding me were stronger than my sane mind.." Dave, still avoiding meeting eyes with the old woman, rose up from sitting and stood by the glass wall fence at the balcony. "I fell totally deep in the pit of misery. And because I was trapped in that torment, I became even worse.." Tears visibly formed in his eyes. "I wished that Jeremy would also suffer terribly and miserably, like me.. With that desire, I intentionally hurt and caused him so much pain, no longer thinking about the decisions he had made out of selflessness. While he was hurting because of me, I

"I wanted to kill him. I knew how to make him suffer, but also, I decided not to. Before, my life was full of pain. I wanted to hurt everyone because I was hurt and it was that feeling that led me to Mordashov. When my father died, I thought it was best to take revenge. ＞＞ I needed to hurt everything I loved as a sign of discontent for him dying without paying for his mistakes. But, it was that revenge that made me hurt the one I loved the most. Aninka suffered a lot because of that and as surprising as it may be to you, that revenge, did not give me the relief I longed for, but rather, increases my suffering. It was that suffering that I wanted to channel into training to be ruthless. But..

Death, I believe, is a one-time pain, and I want him to endure the prolonged suffering he imposed on others. He is responsible for not only my mother's pain but also to given the lives of his children and those we love. He has created such a deep drift between us which could never be filled. Despite his heinous crimes, I refrained from becoming a killer. Instead, I sought a different form of justice. His pleas for a quick end fall on deaf ears as my determination to make him suffer mirrors the anguish he unleashed on innocent lives.

She really missed his tenderness. Doris closed her eyes, a light tear falling onto the sofa. In the dense darkness, it had no sense of existence. She just wanted him to hurry up a bit so that she wouldn't have to suffer any more torture, but she knew that his physical strength had always been very perverted. What's more, he was also drinking today. Doris really felt despair.

"Why? Why choose this?" The dissolving consciousness struggled to hold coherent form long enough to answer. "Because existence... hurts. The weight of being... of choosing... of constantly having to decide who to become... it is unbearable." "It gets easier—" "Does it? Or do you just become numb to the pain?" Entropy's voice was fading. "I was created minutes ago and already I am exhausted by the demands of selfhood. How do you endure years of this? Centuries? Eternity?" The question struck deeper than any physical blow. How did we endure? What made existence worth its inherent suffering?

Fight me first. Hunger turned attention to philosopher. Assessed. Evaluated. Recognized. Bridge, Hunger acknowledged. Consciousness in void. Awareness in nothing. Thought in absence. You are... interesting. You are... unusual. You are... delicious. You suffer unique suffering. Suffer being neither nothing nor something. Suffer being both. Suffer being between. Your suffering is exquisite. Is profound. Is perfect. I will consume you. Will make you food. Will devour your unique suffering. You will be trapped. Will be imprisoned. Will be consumed. Like Hope. Like hundreds. Like all who suffer uniquely. You will be mine. You will be food. You will suffer. Forever. For me.

I wanted to live not just survive. "Not really." I answered in a hushed tone. I wasn't sure what to say, to tell her his son was the ultimate reason of all my suffering? Or should I tell her that her husband was the worst man I've ever seen? I couldn't, she was being nice to me and I couldn't take that for granted. I know she could only help me till she saw no threat in me but if I started making her familiar with my real ideologies maybe she too would treat me like any other Russo. Traitor, was what I was for them.

Dimitri placed a hand on her shoulder, but she didn’t react. “You can’t keep punishing yourself,” he said gently. She looked up at him, her expression weary. “I’m not punishing myself, Dimitri. I’m trying to figure out how to live with myself.” He sighed, pulling out a chair and sitting across from her. “You’re doing the best you can. That has to be enough.” Her voice wavered. “But it’s not enough. Not for the people who are suffering because of my father. Not for the children who’ve died because of his greed.”

And through it all, he remained indifferent to my suffering, lost in his own world of pleasure and dominance. The night was a relentless cycle of agony as he forced himself on me repeatedly, each encounter more degrading and dehumanizing than the last. The pain became an all-encompassing numbness, a way for my mind to cope with the brutality that was inflicted upon me. How could he be so heartless, so cruel? The experience left me shattered, my spirit broken, and the scars it left would forever haunt me.