The ordinary procedure of the nineteenth century is that when a powerful and noble personage encounters a man of feeling, he kills, exiles, imprisons or so humiliates him that the other, like a fool, dies of grief.
STENDHALSigns cannot be represented, in a spy’s report, so damningly as words.
More Stendhal Quotes
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Love has always been the most important business in my life; I should say the only one.
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A woman of generous character will sacrifice her life a thousand times over for her lover, but will break with him for ever over a question of pride.
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One can acquire everything in solitude except character.
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The first virtue of a young man today – that is, for the next fifty years perhaps, as long as we live in fear, and religion has regained its powers – is to be incapable of enthusiasm and not to have much in the way of brains.
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A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
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When intimacy followed love in Italy there were no longer any vain pretensions between two lovers.
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It is not enough for a landscape to be interesting in itself. Eventually there must be a moral and historic interest.
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On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.
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Wounded pride can take a rich young man far who is surrounded by flatterers since birth.
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There are as many styles of beauty as there are visions of happiness.
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People who have been made to suffer by certain things cannot be reminded of them without a horror which paralyses every other pleasure, even that to be found in reading a story.
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I do not feel I have wisdom enough yet to love what is ugly.
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Love is a well from which we can drink only as much as we have put in, and the stars that shine from it are only our eyes looking in.
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Signs cannot be represented, in a spy’s report, so damningly as words.
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A novel is a mirror which passes over a highway. Sometimes it reflects to your eyes the blue of the skies, at others the churned-up mud of the road.
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