Oh, one soon makes friends with invalids; and I need so much to have someone to live for.
HENRIK IBSENThere are two kinds of spiritual law, two kinds of conscience, one in man and another, altogether different, in woman. They do not understand each other; but in practical life the woman is judged by man’s law, as though she were not a woman but a man.
More Henrik Ibsen Quotes
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Most critical fault-finding, when reduced to its essentials, simply amounts to reproach of the author because he is himself — thinks, feels, sees, and creates, as himself, instead of seeing and creating in the way the critic would have done.
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The strong must learn to be lonely.
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What is the difference in being alone with another and being alone by one’s self?
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Poetry is to hold judgment on your soul.
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I believe that, before all else, I’m a human being, no less than you.
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This is life! It can harden and it can exalt!
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There are two kinds of spiritual law, two kinds of conscience, one in man and another, altogether different, in woman. They do not understand each other; but in practical life the woman is judged by man’s law, as though she were not a woman but a man.
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Rob the average man of his life-illusion, and you rob him of his happiness at the same stroke.
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The starving poet business is no good nowadays.
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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 sea possesses a power over one’s moods that has the effect of a will. The sea can hypnotize. Nature in general can do so.
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You have never loved me. You have only thought it pleasant to be in love with me.
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Marriage! Nothing else demands so much of a man.
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It’s such sport with these heroes of finance: they are like beads on a string – when one slips off, all the rest follow.
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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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