Monday, February 28, 2011

literacki

There is silent and long-suffering sorrow to be met with. It withdraws into itself and is still. But there is a grief that breaks out, and from that minute it bursts into tears and finds vent in wailing. This is particularly common with women. But it is no lighter a grief than the silent. Lamentations comfort only by lacerating the heart still more. Such grief does not desire consolation. It feeds on the sense of its hopelessness. Lamentations spring only from the constant craving to re-open the wound.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky - The Brothers Karamazov (Part I, Book II, Chapter 3)