In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.
BARONESS ORCZYSink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T’wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine
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Virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when it is crushed.
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We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops
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When will you give up these mad adventures, and leave others to fight their own battles and to save their own lives as best they may?’ When your ladyship has ceased to be the most admired woman in Europe, namely, when I am in my grave.
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It is only when we are very happy that we can bear to gaze merrily upon the vast and limitless expanse of water, rolling on and on with such persistent, irritating monotony, to the accompaniment of our thoughts, whether grave or gay.
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The weariest night, the longest day, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.
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Money and titles may be hereditary,” she would say, “but brains are not,”.
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A woman’s heart is such a complex problem – the owner thereof is often most incompetent to find the solution to this puzzle.
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music is the most absorbing of all the arts. It absorbs the mind of the artist, whether creator or executant, to the exclusion of every other consideration outside his own immediate necessities or desires.
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She said nothing, and Sir Andrew, too, was silent, yet those two young people understood one another, as young people have a way of doing all the world over, and have done since the world began.
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Even the worst moments and the weariest journeys must come to an end.
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Fate is usually swift when she deals a blow.
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I shall return, doubt it not. Such love as ours was not created to remain unfulfilled. Whatever may happen, believe and trust in me, as I shall in you, and keep the remembrance of me in your heart without sadness and without regret.
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Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T’wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine
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Your mock saint who stands in a niche is not a woman if she have not suffered, still less a woman if she have not sinned. Fall at the feet of your idol as you wish, but drag her down to your level after that — the only level she should ever reach, that of your heart.
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She, too, had worn a mask in assuming a contempt for him, whilst, as a matter of fact, she completely misunderstood him
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