Character: Emma Bovary

... there are places on earth where happiness is well to be born, so different plants need special soil, and on any other they are taken with difficulty.

If our suffering to someone it was easier, we would, at least, was comforted with the thought that sacrificing themselves for others.

... all lies! Behind every smile hides a yawn skuchlivo, every joy a curse, for bliss - satiety, and even from the sweetest of kisses remain on my lips only an unquenchable thirst for a higher sensuality.

- I have no regrets. Don't blame anyone. And not afraid of anything.