Everything that I have written is closely related to something that I have lived through.
HENRIK IBSENThe costliness of keeping friends does not lie in what one does for them, but in what one, out of consideration for them, refrains from doing.
More Henrik Ibsen Quotes
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Our whole being is nothing but a fight against the dark forces within ourselves.
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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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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.”
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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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Whenever I take up a newspaper, I seem to see Ghosts gliding between the lines. There must be Ghosts all the country over, as thick as the sand of the sea. We are, one and all, so pitifully afraid of the light.
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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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To die in agony upon a cross Does not create a martyr; he must first Will his own execution.
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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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Public opinion is an extremely mutable thing.
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I don’t imagine you will dispute the fact that at present the stupid people are in an absolutely overwhelming majority all the world over.
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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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The man-at-arms is the only man.
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Oh, life would be all right if we didn’t have to put up with these damned creditors who keep pestering us with the demands of their ideals.
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What’s to become of the morally sound? Left out in the cold, I suppose. We must heal the sick.
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An unromantic poem I mean to make, of one who only lives for duty’s sake.
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