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 IBSENHelmer: “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.”
More Henrik Ibsen Quotes
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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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You don’t get nothing for nothing in this life.
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The man-at-arms is the only man.
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To crave for happiness in this world is simply to be possessed by a spirit of revolt. What right have we to happiness?
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To live is – to war with trolls In the holds of the heart and mind
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Oh, one soon makes friends with invalids; and I need so much to have someone to live for.
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That is the accursed thing about small surroundings — they make the soul small.
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It was then that I began to look into the seams of your doctrine. I wanted only to pick at a single knot; but when I had got that undone, the whole thing raveled out. And then I understood that it was all machine-sewn.
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There is something so indescribably sweet and satisfying in the knowledge that a husband or wife has forgiven the other freely, and from the heart.
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I go to scale the Future’s possibilities! Farewell!
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Helmer: I would gladly work night and day for you. Nora- bear sorrow and want for your sake. But no man would sacrafice his honor for the one he loves. Nora: It is a thing hundreds of thousands of women have done.
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You see, there are some people that one loves, and others that perhaps one would rather be with.
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In your power, all the same. Subject to your will and your demands. No longer free! No! That’s a thought I’ll never endure! Never.
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An unromantic poem I mean to make, of one who only lives for duty’s sake.
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It’s not only what we have inherited from our father and mother that walks in us. It’s all sorts of dead ideas, and lifeless old beliefs, and so forth. They have no vitality, but they cling to us all the same, and we can’t get rid of them.
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