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‘Oh why, at such moments does one’s breath become labored?
Why, by what magic, by what mysterious caprice does the pulse quicken, do tears gush forth from the dreamer‘s eyes, his pale, moist cheeks burn as his entire being fills with such irresistible delight?’

…Or was his destiny from the start
To be just one moment
Near your heart?…

“Then I fired four more times at the motionless body where the bullet lodged without leaving a trace, and it was like knocking four quick times on the door of unhappiness.”

“If you refuse me, if you ask someone else to do what I have the right to offer you, then I shall say that it was cruel of you to refuse to offer a life to your mother, from a man whose father was driven to starvation, despair and death by your father.”

“Those two living statuses whose hearts were beating so rapidly despite the marble calm of their faces, separated from one another by the whole length of the room, momentarily forgot themselves; or, rather, momentarily forgot everyone else in their silent contemplation of one another.”

“You know very well that it will never be I who will leave you. It is not the tree that forsakes the flower, but the flower that forsakes the tree.”

“Only Teresa could command this impetuous character with a word, a look or a gesture. He bent beneath the hand of a woman, yet would have stiffen to breaking point beneath that of any man.”

“I’m still more afraid of a dead man’s curse than a living man’s hatred.”

“My true treasure, my friend, is not the one that awaits me under the dark rocks of Monte Cristo, but your presence, and the time that we spend together for five or six hours a day.”

“‘Answer me once more: have you truly made up your mind?’
‘I love Edmont Dantès.’ The young woman said coldly, ‘and no one will be my husband, except Edmont, and I will love him forever as long as I live.’
‘But suppose he’s dead?’
‘If he’s dead, I shall die.’”

“‘We are never quits towards those who have done us a favor,’ said Dantès, ‘even when one ceases to owe them money, one owes them gratitude.’”

“The truth was she could not find it in her to love me. And with good reasons. Never in my life had anyone loved me, ever.”

“Why are we so slow to see this, and why do we assume that is the easiest thing in the world to know and judge another? Why when we are reluctant to even describe a wedge of cheese we are seeing for the first time, do we draw our final conclusions from our first encounters with people, and happily dismissed them?”