The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love. I require so much!

If I could but know his heart, everything would become easy.

To wish was to hope, and to hope was to expect

But to appear happy when I am so miserable — Oh! who can require it?

Eleanor went to her room "where she was free to think and be wretched.

From a night of more sleep than she had expected, Marianne awoke the next morning to the same consciousness of misery in which she had closed her eyes.

I come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is and always will be...yours.

I can feel no sentiment of approbation inferior to love.

…told herself likewise not to hope. But it was too late. Hope had already entered…

If a book is well written, I always find it too short.

And Marianne, who had the knack of finding her way in every house to the library, however it might be avoided by the family in general, soon procured herself a book.

Pain, Rhuan decided, did not simply hurt. Pain also exhausted a person, sapped his soul, thinned his spirit. Worse, pain was tedious.

To help all created things that is the measure of our responsibility to be helped by all that is the measure of our hope.

We must never forget our responsibilities as politicians to our country and its citizens. We must always remain humble before our people.

The sweetest noise on earth, a woman's tongue; A string which hath no discord.

When everyone gets something for nothing, soon no one will have anything, because no one will be producing anything.

I have never fired anyone or kept anyone because of ratings or because of entertainment. I keep the people that I think are the best.

"Say the word, Qhuinn. Do it and I'll spend the night with you.""Better yet, why don't you just kiss me..."

I fear that I am losing my mind. But really, it would not be such a precious thing to lose, as it only causes me pain.

I think that 'Elysium' the movie is unrealistic, with the space station and everything. I think 'Elysium' the metaphor is completely realistic: it's exactly where we're going.

Anxiety and Ennui are the Scylla and Charybdis on which the bark of human happiness is most often wrecked.