Stendhal

“The only way of touching a heart is to wound it”

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I see but one rule: to be clear.

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To describe happiness is to diminish it.

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On a cold winter morning a cigar fortifies the soul.

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A novel is a mirror carried along a main road.

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Friendship has its illusions no less than love.

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Beauty is nothing but a promise of happiness.

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People happy in love have an air of intensity.

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“A girl of sixteen had a complexion like a rose, and she put on rouge.”

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The worst of prison life, he thought, was not being able to close his door.

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If you don't love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us.

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At a distance, we cannot conceive of the authority of a despot who knows all his subjects on sight.

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But, if I sample this pleasure so prudently and circumspectly, it will no longer be a pleasure.

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She had caprices of a marvellous unexpectedness, and how is any one to imitate a caprice?

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Faith, I am no such fool; everyone for himself in this desert of selfishness which is called life.

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“Each man for himself in that desert of egoism which is called life.”

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“Exalted by a sentiment of which she was proud, and that overcame all her arrogance, she was reluctant to let a moment…

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It is with blows dealt by public contempt that a husband kills his wife in the nineteenth century; it is by shutting…

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“Kad netko vrši zločine, treba barem da ih vrši s užitkom; to je jedino dobro na njima i samo se time mogu…

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“I will never demean myself to speak about my courage," said Julien, coldly, "it would be mean to do so. Let the…

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“Want of exercise was beginning to affect his health and to give him the weak and excitable character of a young German…

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The tyranny of public opinion (and what an opinion!) is as fatuous in the small towns of France as it is in…

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A man who is half an idiot, but who keeps a sharp lookout and acts prudently all his life, often enjoys the…

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“Dupa ce-l invatase sa judece si sa nu se lase amagit de vorbe goale, uitase sa-i spuna ca, pentru un om de…

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“Mathilde returned and strolled past the drawing-room windows; she saw him busily engaged in describing to Madame de Fervaques the old ruined…

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Ah, Sir, a novel is a mirror carried along a high road. At one moment it reflects to your vision the azure…

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“Here are my politics: I love music and painting; a good book is an event for me; I’m going on forty-four. How…

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A strange effect of marriage, such as the nineteenth century has made it! The boredom of married life inevitably destroys love, when…

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If I meet the Christian Deity, I am lost: He is a tyrant and as such, is full of ideas of vengeance;…

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A melancholy air can never be the right thing; what you want is a bored air. If you are melancholy, it must…

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“These gentlemen, although of the highest nobility,' thought Julien, 'are not in the least boring like the people who come to dine…

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Jean Jacques Rousseauis nothing but a fool in my eyes when he takes it upon himself to criticise society; he did not…

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“It should be explained that the cure of Verrieres, an old man of eighty, but blessed by the keen air of his…

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“stilul meu va dobandi un caracter specific din clipa cand nu se va mai sinchisi de nimic, va fi exact, nu va…

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“In Paris, Julien’s position with regard to Madame de Renal would very soon have been simplified; but in Paris love is the…

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“Mathilde made an effort to use the more intimate form; she was evidently more attentive to this unusual way of speaking than…

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One can acquire everything in solitude except character.

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“Kakva je to ljubav od koje se zeva?”

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Power, after love, is the first source of happiness.

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Beauty is nothing other than the promise of happiness.

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