Cruelty and fear shake hands together.
HONORE DE BALZACAll happiness depends on courage and work. I have had many periods of wretchedness, but with energy and above all with illusions, I pulled through them all.
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Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.
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Forgetting is the great secret of strong and creative lives.
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Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.
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A mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
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People exaggerate both happiness and unhappiness; we are never so fortunate nor so unfortunate as people say we are.
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Some day you will find out that there is far more happiness in another’s happiness than in your own.
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Coffee falls into the stomach. Ideas begin to move, things remembered arrive at full gallop. the shafts of wit start up like sharp-shooters, similes arise, the paper is covered with ink.
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To live in the presence of great truths and eternal laws, to be led by permanent ideals – that is what keeps a man patient when the world ignores him, and calm and unspoiled when the world praises him.
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Life is simply what out feelings do to us.
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Liberty begets anarchy, anarchy leads to despotism, and despotism brings about liberty once again. Millions of human beings have perished without being able to make any of these systems triumph.
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Life cannot go on without much forgetting.
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How natural it is to destroy what we cannot possess, to deny what we do not understand, and to insult what we envy!
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Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man.
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I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.
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Hatred is the vice of narrow souls; they feed it with all their littleness, and make it the pretext of base tyrannies.
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