Hector Berlioz Quotes
It is difficult to put into words what I suffered-the longing that seemed to be tearing my heart out by the roots, the dreadful sense of being alone in an empty universe, the agonies that thrilled through me as if the blood were running ice-cold through my veins, the disgust with living, the impossibility of dying. Shakespeare himself never described this torture; but he counts it, in Hamlet, among the terrible of all the evils of existence. I had stopped composing; my mind seemed to become feebler as my feelings grew more intense. I did nothing. One power was left to me-to suffer.
Hector Berlioz
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People say a lot of hurtful things, but in a way, the abuse that I endured from my husband prepared me for that. The things I had been told and drilled into my head from him were worse than what anybody could say to me.
La'Porsha Renae
The deepest definition of youth is life as yet untouched by tragedy.
Alfred North Whitehead
Just Cause: Learn not to contradict your father in anything; nor by calling him Iapetus, to reproach him with the ills of age, by which you were reared in your infancy. (tr. Hickie 1853, vol. 1, Perseus)
Aristophanes
Campaign promises are, by long democratic tradition, the least binding form of human commitment.
Antonin Scalia
The violence and injustice of the rulers of mankind is an ancient evil, for which, I am afraid, the nature of human affairs can scarce admit a remedy.
Adam Smith
Above all, he wanted to stop being a child without using the cheap disguise of becoming a parent.
Edward St Aubyn
Important things are inevitably cliche, but nobody wants to admit that.
Chuck Klosterman
The dynamic character of China's nonstatist economic transformation, including its social openness to the rest of the world, is not mutually compatible in the long run with a relatively closed and bureaucratically rigid Communist dictatorship.
Zbigniew Brzezinski
The more enchanted the idyll, greater must be the pain of its ending.
Georgette Heyer
In arguing too, the parson owned his skill,For e'en though vanquished, he could argue still;While words of learned length, and thundering soundAmazed the gazing rustics ranged around;And still they gazed, and still the wonder grew,That one small head could carry all he knew.
Oliver Goldsmith
It is difficult to put into words what I suffered-the longing that seemed to be tearing my heart out by the roots, the dreadful sense of being alone in an empty universe, the agonies that thrilled through me as if the blood were running ice-cold through my veins, the disgust with living, the impossibility of dying. Shakespeare himself never described this torture; but he counts it, in Hamlet, among the terrible of all the evils of existence. I had stopped composing; my mind seemed to become feebler as my feelings grew more intense. I did nothing. One power was left to me-to suffer.
Hector Berlioz
