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.
ALEXANDRE DUMASBe kind. Aim for my heart.
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We are never quits with those who oblige us,” was Dantes’ reply; “for when we do not owe them money, we owe them gratitude.
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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
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There is no friendship that cares about an overheard secret.
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Truly generous men are always ready to become sympathetic when their enemy’s misfortune surpasses the limits of their hatred.
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Wait and hope!
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In business, sir, one has no friends, only correspondents.
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Never fear quarrels, but seek hazardous adventures.
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A person who doubts himself is like a man who would enlist in the ranks of his enemies and bear arms against himself.
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I have always had more dread of a pen, a bottle of ink, and a sheet of paper than of a sword or pistol.
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Life is a storm. One minute you will bathe under the sun and the next you will be shattered upon the rocks. That’s when you shout, “Do your worst, for I will do mine!” and you will be remembered forever.
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Edmond Dantes: I don’t believe in God. Abbe Faria: That doesn’t matter, He believes in you.
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I am a count, not a saint.
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Woman is sacred; the woman one loves is holy.
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Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss.
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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.
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