Hatred is blind; rage carries you away; and he who pours out vengeance runs the risk of tasting a bitter draught.
ALEXANDRE DUMASA weakened mind always sees everything through a black veil. The soul makes its own horizons; your soul is dark, which is why you see such a cloudy sky.
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No, I slept as I always do when I am bored and have not the courage to amuse myself, or when I am hungry and have not the desire to eat.
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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.
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It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree.
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Oh! The good times when we were so unhappy.
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That is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?
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There are two ways of seeing: with the body and with the soul. The body’s sight can sometimes forget, but the soul remembers forever.
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Are there not some places where we seem to breathe sadness? – why, we cannot tell. It is a chain of recollections – an idea which carries you back to other times, to other places – which, very likely, have no connection with the present time and place.
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You who are in power have only the means that money produces – we who are in expectation, have those which devotion prompts.
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So he went down, smiling sceptically and mutter the final word in human wisdom: ‘Perhaps!
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Ah, lips that say one thing, while the heart thinks another.
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Moral wounds have this peculiarity – they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.
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I am hungry, feed me; I am bored, amuse me.
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There is no friendship that cares about an overheard secret.
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Your bitter memories still have time to turn into sweet ones.
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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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