I am terrified of being bored.
Marie Antoinette. Her last words were,“Pardon me sir. I did not mean to do it,“to a man whose foot she stepped on before she was executed by the guillotine.
If the people have no bread, let them eat cake.
When everyone else is losing their heads, it is important to keep yours.
We had a beautiful dream and that was all...
I wasn’t raised, I was built.
I had friends. The idea of being forever separated from them and from all their troubles is one of the greatest sorrows that I suffer in dying. Let them at least know that to my latest moment I thought of them.
Tribulation first makes one realize what one is.
And I will make thee beds of roses, And a thousand fragrant posies.
In times of crisis, it is of utmost importance to keep one’s head.
No, do not love me, it is better to give me death!
Letting everyone down would be my greatest unhappiness.
Courage? The moment when my troubles are going to end is not the moment when my courage is going to fail me.
I trust we shall never be reduced to the painful extremity of seeking the aid of Mirabeau.
Qu’ils mangent de la brioche. Let them eat cake. On being told that her people had no bread. Attributed to Marie-Antoinette, but remark is much older. Rousseau refers in his Confessions, 1740, to a similar remark, as a well-known saying. Others attribute the remark to the wife of Louis XIV.
Farewell, my children, forever. I go to your Father.
I have come, Sire, to complain of one of your subjects who has been so audacious as to kick me in the belly.
Let them eat cake.
Adieu, dear heart, nothing but death can make me cease to love you.
My blood alone remains: take it, but do not make me suffer long.