Ah, lips that say one thing, while the heart thinks another,
Ah, lips that say one thing, while the heart thinks another,
I know what happiness and what despair are, and I never make a jest of such feelings. Take it, then, but in exchange -
Order is the key to all problems.
We frequently pass so near to happiness without seeing, without regarding it, or if we do see and regard it, yet without recognizing it.
Ah, what he is; that is quite another thing. I have seen so many remarkable things in him, that if you would have me really say what I think, I shall reply that I really do look upon him as one of Byron's heroes, whom misery has marked with a fatal brand; some Manfred, some Lara, some Werner, one of those wrecks, as it were, of some ancient family, who, disinherited of their patrimony, have achieved one by the force of their adventurous genius, which has placed them above the laws of society.
In every country where independence has taken the place of liberty, the first desire of a manly heart is to possess a weapon which at once renders him capable of defence or attack, and, by rendering its owner fearsome, makes him feared.
Perhaps what I am about to say will appear strange to you gentlemen, socialists, progressives, humanitarians as you are, but I never worry about my neighbor, I never try to protect society which does not protect me -- indeed, I might add, which generally takes no heed of me except to do me harm -- and, since I hold them low in my esteem and remain neutral towards them, I believe that society and my neighbor are in my debt.
Weakened minds see everything through a black veil; the soul forms its own horizons; your soul is darkened, and consequently the sky of your future appears stormy and unpromising.
And now...farewell to kindness, humanity and gratitude. I have substituted myself for Providence in rewarding the good; may the God of vengeance now yield me His place to punish the wicked.
In politics, my dear fellow, you know, as well as I do, there are no men, but ideas - no feelings, but interests; in politics we do not kill a man, we only remove an obstacle, that is all.
Philosophy cannot be taught; it is the application of the sciences to truth.
We'll go where the air is pure, where all sounds are soothing, where, no matter how proud one may be, one feels humble and finds oneself small- in short, we'll go to the sea. I love the sea as one loves a mistress and I long for her when I haven't seen her for some time
Be happy, noble heart, be blessed for all the good thou hast done and wilt do hereafter, and let my gratitude remain in obscurity like your good deeds.
It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree.
So much the worse for those who fear wine, for it is because they have some bad thoughts which they are afraid the liquor will extract from their hearts.
What I've loved most after you, is myself: that is, my dignity and that strength which made me superior to other men. That Strength was my life. You've broken it with a word, so I must die.
Every individual, from the highest to the lowest degree, has his place in the ladder of social life, and around him swirls a little world of interests, composed of stormy passions and conflicting atoms
It is the infirmity of our nature always to believe ourselves much more unhappy than those who groan by our sides!
Tell the angel who will watch over your life to pray now and then for a man who, like Satan, believed himself for an instant to be equal to God, but who realized in all humility that supreme power and wisdom are in the hands of God alone.
What tender threads do life and death hang.
For all evils there are two remedies -- time and silence.
It is the way of weakened minds to see everything through a black cloud. The soul forms its own horizons; your soul is darkened, and consequently the sky of the future appears stormy and unpromising
That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?
When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.
For the happy man prayer is only a jumble of words, until the day when sorrow comes to explain to him the sublime language by means of which he speaks to God.
It was clear that Mme Danglars was suffering from one of those nervous irritations which women are often unable to explain even to themselves.
The difference between treason and patriotism is only a matter of dates.
Woman is sacred; the woman one loves is holy.
God is always the last resource.
Joy to hearts which have suffered long is like the dew on the ground after a long drought; both the heart and the ground absorb that beneficent moisture falling on them, and nothing is outwardly apparant.
The friends that we have lost do not repose in the bosom of the earth, but are buried deep in our hearts, and it has been ordained that we may always be accompanied by them.
Yes; I am a supercargo; pen, ink, and paper are my tools, and without my tools I am fit for nothing.
Hatred is blind, anger is foolhardy, and he who pours out vengeance risks having to drink a bitter draft
Life is very tenacious in these lawyers.
The King! I thought him enough of a philosopher to realize that there is no such thing as murder in politics. You know as well as I do, my dear boy, that in politics there are no people, only ideas; no feelings, only interests. In politics, you don't kill a man, you remove an obstacle, that's all.
Yet man will never be perfect until he learns to create and destroy; he does know how to destroy, and that is half the battle.
He's right: They have to put madmen with madmen.
Moral wounds have this peculiarity - they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.
The wretched and the miserable should turn to their Savior first, yet they do not hope in Him until all other hope is exhausted.
You who are in power have only the means that money produces - we who are in expectation, have those which devotion prompts.
How did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure.
My son, philosophy as I understand it, is reducible to no rules by which it can be learned; it is the amalgamation of all the sciences, the golden cloud which bears the soul to heaven.
There are people who are willing to suffer and swallow their tears at leisure, and God will not doubt reward them in heaven for their resignation; but those who have the will to struggle strike back at fate in retaliation for the blows they receive. Do you intend to fight back at fate, Valentine? That's what I came here to ask you.
Your life story is a novel; and people, though they love novels wound between two yellow paper covers, are oddly suspicious of those which come to them in living vellum.
I am hungry, feed me; I am bored, amuse me.
No, happily that unjust prejudice is forgotten which made the son responsible for the father's actions. Review your life, Albert ...
There are some situations which men understand by instinct, by which reason is powerless to explain; in such cases the greatest poet is he who gives utterance to the most natural and vehement outburst of sorrow. Those who hear the bitter cry are as much impressed as if they listened to an entire poem, and when th sufferer is sincere they are right in regarding his outburst as sublime.
Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.
I am not proud, but I am happy; and happiness blinds, I think, more than pride.
Now I'd like someone to tell me there is no drama in real life!
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