A mother who is really a mother is never free.
HONORE DE BALZACOld maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other tempers, as woman’s destiny requires, have for the most part a mania for making everything about them bend to them.
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The more you judge, the less you love.
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Give to a wounded heart seclusion; consolation nor reason ever effected anything in such a case.
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The duration of passion is proportionate with the original resistance of the woman.
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Law is a silvery web that lets the big flies pass and catches all the small ones.
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Old maids, having never bent their temper or their lives to other lives and other tempers, as woman’s destiny requires, have for the most part a mania for making everything about them bend to them.
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The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
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A lover always thinks of his mistress first and himself second; with a husband it runs the other way.
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All happiness depends on courage and work. I have had many periods of wretchedness, but with energy and above all with illusions, I pulled through them all.
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Men die in despair, while spirits die in ecstasy.
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We cannot confront solitude without moral resources.
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To be happy, a man must love his wife as she chooses to be loved.
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At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.
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Noble passions are like vices: the more they are satisfied, the greater they grow, Mothers and gamblers are insatiable.
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I can no longer think of anything but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me.
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Liberty begets anarchy, anarchy leads to despotism, and despotism brings about liberty once again. Millions of human beings have perished without being able to make any of these systems triumph.
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