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.
HENRIK IBSENWriting has… been to me like a bath from which I have risen feeling cleaner, healthier, and freer.
More Henrik Ibsen Quotes
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To live is to war with trolls.
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Look into any man’s heart you please, and you will always find, in every one, at least one black spot which he has to keep concealed.
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So to conduct one’s life as to realize oneself-this seems to me the highest attainment possible to a human being. It is the task of one and all of us, but most of us bungle it.
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The most dangerous enemy of the truth and freedom amongst us is the compact majority.
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Marriage! Nothing else demands so much of a man.
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A thousand words will not leave so deep an impression as one deed.
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I am in revolt against the age-old lie that the majority is always right.
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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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A marriage based on full confidence, based on complete and unqualified frankness on both sides; they are not keeping anything back; there’s no deception underneath it all. If I might so put it, it’s an agreement for the mutual forgiveness of sin.
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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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I am sticking as closely to my subject as I can; for my subject is precisely this, that it is the masses, the majority
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NORA: I must stand on my own two feet if I’m to get to know myself and the world outside. That’s why I can’t stay here with you any longer.
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Everything I touch seems destined to turn into something mean and farcical.
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Bigger things than the State will fall, all religion will fall.
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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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