I have been told you have extreme political views,” said Villefort, who had never been told anything of the kind but was not sorry to put forward the statement in the form of an accusation.
Athos, according to his system, neither encouraged nor dissuaded him.
But mankind, on the contrary, is repelled by blood. It is not the laws of society that condemn murder, but the laws of nature.
Happiness is like one of those palaces on an enchanted island, its gates guarded by dragons. One must fight to gain in” -Edmond Dantes, Chapter 5.
What commands the Count of Monte Cristo,’ the strange man interrupted, ’is the Count of Monte Cristo. So, not a word of all this, I beg you. I do what I wish, Monsieur Beauchamp, and believe me, it is always very well done.
23. La isla de Montecristo.
But if you have never loved, what right have you to boast that you’ve suffered?
Then Dantes rose more agile and light than the kid among the myrtles and shrubs of these wild rocks, took his gun in one hand, his pickaxe in the other, and hastened towards the rock on which the marks he had noted terminated. “And now,” he exclaimed, remembering the tale of the Arabian fisherman, which Faria had related to him, “now, open sesame!
And that you alone, among the men whom you do not recognize as your brothers- for you have said so,” observed Villefort, in a tone that faltered somewhat- “you alone are perfect.
Sainte-Croix, a strange mixture of qualities good and evil, had reached the supreme crisis of his life, when the powers of darkness or of light were to prevail. Maybe, if he had met some angelic soul at this point, he would have been led to God; he encountered a demon, who conducted him to Satan.
Then why not indulge yourself at once? Sleep, by all means, if such be your means of procuring the concord of celestial sounds. Pray do not hesitate; you will find every incentive to slumber, and for what else but to send people asleep was the opera invented?
Definitivamente el vino es un traidor, que hace ver visiones.
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.