Unfortunates, who ought to begin with God, do not have any hope in him till they have exhausted all other means of deliverance.
Oh, mankind, race of crocodiles! How well I recognize you down there, and how worthy you are of yourselves!
God may seem sometimes to forget for a while, whilst his justice reposes, but there always comes a moment when he remembers.
Moral wounds have this peculiarity - they may be hidden, but they never close; always painful, always ready to bleed when touched, they remain fresh and open in the heart.
Fool that I am," said he,"that I did not tear out my heart the day I resolved to revenge myself".
If you want more from life — start by counting your blessings instead of counting your losses, deficits and wants.
Music is the pleasure the human mind experiences from counting without being aware that it is counting.
We try too much and trust too little. Count the times God's Book tells us to "try." Now count the times it tells us to "trust.
I write fiction not for my readers and not for myself. I write fiction for the sake of those odd heroic characters that are contained therein. They are counting on me as much as I am counting on them.
When one gets old and they are sick, there are not many things they can count on but they should be able to count on Social Security. Our seniors' retirement should never rely on the bull of political promises or the bear of the market.
You leave home, I have learned, counting the trip day by day. If you ever get to return, you count the trip miracle by miracle.
Pick up a sunflower and count the florets running into its centre, or count the spiral scales of a pine cone or a pineapple, running from its bottom up its sides to the top, and you will find an extraordinary truth: recurring numbers, ratios and prop...
Jacopo: I swear on my dead relatives - and even on the ones who are not feeling too good - I am your man forever!
Luigi: Oh, and by the way, Jacopo is the best knife fighter I have ever seen. Edmond: Perhaps you should get out more.
Dorleac: Come on, come on, I haven't got all day... wait. Actually, I do. I've got... [laughs] Dorleac: ALL THE TIME IN THE WORLD!
Prison guard: [after accidentally throwing Dorleac off the cliff together with a supposedly dead body] We could have handled that a bit better.
J.F. Villefort, Chief Magistrate: I require seventy percent. Fernand: And yet you'll only get fifty. J.F. Villefort, Chief Magistrate: Done.
Edmond: You've only got one shot. And it'll take more than that to stop me. Fernand: Well, then, I best put it where it will do the most damage.
J.F. Villefort, Chief Magistrate: How is your father? Fernand: Alive, unfortunately. J.F. Villefort, Chief Magistrate: We share the same misfortune.
Count Dracula: This is very old wine. I hope you will like it. Renfield: Aren't you drinking? Count Dracula: I never drink wine.
So much the worse for those who fear wine, for it is because they have some bad thoughts which they are afraid the liquor will extract from their hearts.
