Edmond Dantes Quotes

“A weakened mind always sees everything through a black veil. The soul makes its own horizons; your soul is dark, which is why you see such a cloudy sky.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“He was a fine, tall, slim young fellow, with black eyes, and hair as dark as the raven’s wing; and his whole appearance bespoke that calmness and resolution peculiar to men accustomed from their cradle to contend with danger.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“You are my son Dantés! You are the child of my captivity. My priestly office condemned me to celibacy: God sent you to me both to console the man who could not be a father and the prisoner who could not be free”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“Enough,' said Mercedes, 'enough Edmond! Believe me that she who alone recognized you has been the only one to comprehend you. And had she crossed your path, and you had crushed her like a frail glass, still, Edmond, still she must have admired you! Like the gulf between me and the past, there is an abyss between you, Edmond, and the rest of mankind; and I tell you freely, that the comparison I drew between you and other men will be one of my greatest tortures. No! there is nothing in the world to resemble you in worth and goodness!”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“She is not my mistress,' replied the young sailor gravely, ‘she is my betrothed.’

'Sometimes one and the same thing,' said Morrel, with a smile.

'Not with us, sir,' replied Dantes.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“The truth is,’ replied Dantes, ‘that I am too happy for noisy mirth; ...joy takes a strange effect at times, it seems to oppress us almost the same as sorrow.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“Woe," he cried, "to those who confined me in that wretched prison; and woe to those who forgot that I was there!"
As he repassed the Catalans the count turned around, and burying his head in his cloak murmured the name of a woman.
The victory was complete; twice he had overcome his doubts.
The name he pronounced in a voice of tenderness amounting almost to love was that of Haydée.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“Listen,” said the count, and deep hatred mounted to his face, as the blood would to the face of any other. “If a man had by unheard-of and excruciating tortures destroyed your father, your mother, your mistress; in a word, one of those beings who, when they are torn from you, leave a desolation, a wound that never closes, in your breast, do you think the reparation that society gives you sufficient by causing the knife of the guillotine to pass between the base of the occiput and the trapezal muscles of the murderer, because he who has caused us years of moral sufferings undergoes a few moments of physical pain?”
― Alexandre Dumas

“Woe," he cried, "to those who confined me in that wretched prison; and woe to those who forgot that I was there!" As he repassed the Catalans the count turned around, and burying his head in his cloak murmured the name of a woman. The victory was complete; twice he had overcome his doubts. The name he pronounced in a voice of tenderness amounting almost to love was that of Haydée.”
― Alexandre Dumas