Pure love and suspicion cannot dwell together: at the door where the latter enters, the former makes its exit.
ALEXANDRE DUMASHow did I escape? With difficulty. How did I plan this moment? With pleasure!
More Alexandre Dumas Quotes
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What a fool I was, not to tear my heart out on the day when I resolved to revenge myself!
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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.
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All for one and one for all, united we stand divided we fall.
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He’s right: They have to put madmen with madmen.
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It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree.
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If God were suddenly condemned to live the life which He has inflicted upon men, He would kill Himself.
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Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.
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The tree forsakes not the flower: the flower falls from the tree.
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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.
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We must never expect discretion in first love: it is accompanied by such excessive joy that unless the joy is allowed to overflow, it will choke you.
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True love always makes a man better, no matter who the woman is that inspires it.
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The friends we have lost do not repose under the ground, they are buried deep in our hearts. It has been thus ordained that they may always accompany us.
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It was like the eve of a battle; the hearts beat, the eyes laughed, and they felft that the life they were perhaps going to lose, was after all, a good thing.
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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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Love is the most selfish of all the passions.
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