We must prove to the world that we are all nincompoops
BARONESS ORCZYThe weariest night, the longest day, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.
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Odd’s fish, m’dear! The man can’t even tie his own cravat!
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In the chain of my life, there were so many links, all of which tended towards bringing me to the fulfillment of my destiny.
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Thus human beings judge of one another, superficially, casually, throwing contempt on one another, with but little reason, and no charity.
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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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When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the pettiness of all our joys.
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There is such wonderful balm in self-imposed sacrifice.
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Fate is usually swift when she deals a blow.
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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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Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.
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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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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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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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Sink me! Your taylors have betrayed you! T’wood serve you better to send THEM to Madam Guillotine
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To love, for us men, is to clasp one woman with our arms, feeling that she lives and breathes just as we do, suffers as we do, thinks with us, loves with us, and, above all, sins with us.
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The weariest night, the longest day, sooner or later must perforce come to an end.
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