Helmer: “Before all else you are a wife and a mother.” Nora: “That I no longer believe. I believe that before all else I am a human being.”
HENRIK IBSENA marriage based on full confidence, based on complete and unqualified frankness on both sides; they are not keeping anything back; there’s no deception underneath it all. If I might so put it, it’s an agreement for the mutual forgiveness of sin.
More Henrik Ibsen Quotes
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If you doubt yourself, then indeed you stand on shaky ground.
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When you’ve sold yourself once for the sake of others, you don’t do it second time.
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It’s such sport with these heroes of finance: they are like beads on a string – when one slips off, all the rest follow.
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Oh courage, oh yes! If only one had that. Then life might be livable, in spite of everything.
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There is so much falsehood both at home and at school. At home one must not speak, and at school we have to stand and tell lies to the children.
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Happiness is worth a daring deed; we are both free if we but will it, and then the game is won.
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Marriage! Nothing else demands so much of a man.
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Everything that I have written is closely related to something that I have lived through.
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There are two kinds of spiritual law, two kinds of conscience, one in man and another, altogether different, in woman. They do not understand each other; but in practical life the woman is judged by man’s law, as though she were not a woman but a man.
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It is inexcusable for scientists to torture animals; let them make their experiments on journalists and politicians.
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The sea possesses a power over one’s moods that has the effect of a will. The sea can hypnotize. Nature in general can do so.
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To live is to war with trolls in heart and woul. To write is to sit in judgement on oneself.
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Labor and trouble one can always get through alone, but it takes two to be glad.
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That is the accursed thing about small surroundings — they make the soul small.
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An unromantic poem I mean to make, of one who only lives for duty’s sake.
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