She was in tears; and, strange as it was, in spite of the emotions he felt at the sight of these tears, he looked also at Madame de Villefort, and it appeared to him as if a slight gloomy smile had passed over her thin lips, like those meteors which are seen passing inauspiciously between two clouds in a stormy sky.
We must have felt what it is to die, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life.
Remember that two-legged tigers and crocodiles are more dangerous than those that walk on four.
Why does not God, if he really hates the wicked, as he is said to do, send down brimstone and fire, and consume them altogether?” “You.
You talk like a noodle, my friend.
Towards the beginning of the year 1838, two young men belonging to the first society of Paris, the Vicomte Albert de Morcerf and the Baron Franz d’Epinay, were at Florence.
Her sobs and tears were so vehement that her brothers’ grief seemed cold beside hers. Nobody suspected a crime, so no autopsy was held; the tomb was closed, and not the slightest suspicion had approached her.
There are some situations which men understand by instinct, but which reason is powerless to explain.
Hi ha paraules que tanquen una conversa com una porta de ferro.
The pretty landlady was desolate. She would have taken D’Artagnan not only as her husband, but as her God, he was so handsome and had so fierce a mustache. Then.
D’Artagnan was amazed to note by what fragile and unknown threads the destinies of nations and the lives of men are suspended. He.
The terrible office he had held for twenty-five years had placed him far outside the range of any human feelings.
I have only two adversaries – I will not say two conquerors, for with perseverance I subdue even them, – they are time and distance. There is a third, and the most terrible – that is my condition as a mortal being.
No violence; violence is the proof of weakness.
Delays only double grief when one has to part...
He felt he had passed beyond the bounds of vengeance, and that he could no longer say, “God is for and with me.
God speaks to your heart and your heart speaks to you. Tell me what it says.
Madame,” said the doctor, “they are not your enemies, but you are the enemy of the human race: nobody can think without, horror of your crimes.
El orgullo de quienes no pueden edificar es destruir.
Not their application, certainly, but their principles you may; to learn is not to know; there are the learners and the learned. Memory makes the one, philosophy the other.