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 IBSENYou have never loved me. You have only thought it pleasant to be in love with me.
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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A forest bird never wants a cage.
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I’m afraid for all those who’ll have the bread snatched from their mouths by these machines. What business has science and capitalism got, bringing all these new inventions into the works, before society has produced a generation educated up to using them!
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Nothing is impossible that one desires with an indomitable will.
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To see one’s goal and to drive toward it, steeling one’s heart, is most uplifting.
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The 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.
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The great task of our time is to blow up all existing institutions to destroy.
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A woman cannot be herself in the society of the present day, which is an exclusively masculine society, with laws framed by men and with a judicial system that judges feminine conduct from a masculine point of view.
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The majority is always wrong; the minority is rarely right.
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There can be no freedom or beauty about a home life that depends on borrowing and debt.
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I’m no longer prepared to accept what people say and what’s written in books. I must think things out for myself, and try to find my own answer.
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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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An unromantic poem I mean to make, of one who only lives for duty’s sake.
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Labor and trouble one can always get through alone, but it takes two to be glad.
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A party is like a sausage machine, it grinds up all sorts of heads together into the same baloney.
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