Author of quotes: Alexandre Dumas. Page 2

We do not belong to myself. We cease to be persons and become things. We are the first in their vanity and in their last respect.

We are the children of, we have and desire is fantastic, and love unfathomable. We are given one thing, then another. There are people who ruined it for us and get nothing, others of us get a bouquet of flowers. Our hearts are whims; it is his only entertainment and only justification.

- Tell me frankly, do you love me?
Very.
- Well, why did you deceived me?
My friend, if I was some noble Duchess, if I had two hundred thousand livres of annual income, if I were your mistress and would take another lover, then you would have the right to ask me why I'm lying to you; but I, Marguerite Gautier, I have forty thousand francs in debt, penniless state, I spend a hundred thousand francs a year, in this case, your question becomes idle and my answer useless.

- You can stop me, you, Margaret, but what?
Well, you could be the woman replied Prudent, and it would not be particularly pleased to see two more.

- What do I do?
Nothing. She will forget you will forget it, and you have nothing to reproach each other.
But if I texted her and ask for forgiveness?
- It is better not to do it, she'll forgive you.

Women sometimes allow you to trick them love, but never allow to offend their feelings.

I'm not rich enough to love you the way I wanted it, and not poor enough to love you the way you wanted.

Only the man who loves not his mistress, not writing before parting.

There is no such person, which would not be lying, at least once in your life and who would not know how to suffer.

Why I first asked you to share your mood? Probably because you love me for me and not for himself, but others always loved me for myself.

I love you too much and I am jealous of you for all your thoughts.

You're tempted to think that life is short, time is so fleeting our experiences!

Life is amazing thing, it all depends on the glasses through which to look at her.

Women have two manners of love that can be inferred from one another: they like soul, or body.