Quotes from Alexandre Dumas

verdad es que todas nuestras acciones dejan huellas, las unas sombrías, las otras luminosas, en nuestro pasado! ¡Verdad es también que nuestros pasos en esta vida se asemejan a la marcha del reptil sobre la arena y dejan un surco! ¡Ay!, para muchos este surco es el de sus lágrimas.

Dite all'Angelo che veglierà sulla vostra vita, Morrel, di pregare qualche volta per un uomo che, simile a Satana, per un momento si è creduto simile a Dio e ha riconosciuto, con tutta l'umiltà di un cristiano, che nelle mani di Dio soltanto sta il supremo potere e la infinita sapienza

Palermo, 25 giunio 1860.     » Si lasci liberalmente passare in Sicilia l'illustro uomo ed intimo amico mio Alessandro Dumas. Anzi saro ben riconoscente à qualunque gentilezza à lui compartira. » GARIBALDI »    

Be happy, noble heart. Be blessed for all the good you have done and will yet do. Let my gratitude remain hidden in the shadows like your good deeds.

Importa mucho conocer el terreno que pisamos

ce qui frappe l'esprit capricieux du poète n'est pas toujours ce qui impressionne la masse des lecteurs.

I say what I please, and at this moment it pleases me to tell you that you annoy me. Aramis! Porthos!

Woman was created for our destruction, and it is from her we inherit all our miseries.

Besides, the appearance of the caravan was formidable. The black horses of the Musketeers, their martial carriage, with the regimental step of these noble companions of the soldier, would have betrayed the most strict incognito. The lackeys followed, armed to the teeth.

The Comtesse de Winter, with whom I had quarreled, became reconciled to me at that ball. That reconciliation was nothing but the vengeance of a jealous woman. I have never seen her from that day. The woman is an agent of the cardinal.

Bir tüy, bir mürekkep hokkas? ve bir kâ??t beni her zaman bir k?l?çtan ya da tabancadan daha çok korkutmuÅŸtur.

Nos, Margit, esküdjék meg, hogy ha meghalok önért - mint ahogy valami szomorú elÅ'érzet súgta -, megÅ'rzi és néha-néha megcsókolja ezt a fejet, melyet hóhér választ el a törzsétÅ'l.

de un singur lucru îmi pare r?u: de prietenia noastr?; c?ci port în piept o inim?; È™i, lucru ciudat, aceast? inim? nu s-a uscat sub asprimea vântului, mizeriei care mi-a trecut prin g?urile mantalei sau prin r?nile adânc s?pate în piele de ascuÈ›iÈ™urile atâtor s?bii, aduse din cine È™tie câte fabrici.

D'Artagnan wondered at the fragile and unknown threads from which the fates of nations and the lives of men are sometimes hung.

Aramis, in a black gown, his head enveloped in a sort of round flat cap, not much unlike a CALOTTE, was seated before an oblong table, covered with rolls of paper and enormous

Quanto a Bonaparte, mais uma vez impelido pelo destino para Paris, centro dos grandes acontecimentos, retomou a vida obscura e oculta que tanto lhe pesava.

la maldad de los hombres es muy profunda!

A înv??a nu înseamn? a È™ti. Exist? È™tiutori È™i exist? savanÈ›i: pe unii îi face memoria, pe alÈ›ii filozofia.

People in general,' he said, 'only ask advice not to follow it; or if they do follow it, it is for the sake of having some one to blame for having given it.

O governo sequer se dignou a responder a essa nota, e Bonaparte permaneceu em Paris. O que teria acontecido ao mundo se um funcionário do Ministério tivesse aposto a esse pedido a palavra "deferido", só Deus sabe.

Dar poate c? genovezul f?cea parte din categoria oamenilor inteligenÈ›i, care nu È™tiu niciodat? decât ce trebuie s? È™tie, È™i care nu cred decât ce au interesul s? cread?.

D'Artagnan allora gli si gettò al collo e l'abbracciò teneramente; poi tentò di trascinarlo fuori da quell'umido alloggio, ma si avvide che Athos barcollava. «Siete ferito?», gli chiese. «Io? Neanche per sogno! Sono ubriaco fradicio, tutto qui, mai uomo ci si è messo così tanto d'impegno. Perdinci!

Monte Cristo could not let this proof of affection go unacknowledged, and it not his hand but both arms that he opened to greet him, saying, in a voice full of emotion: 'Morrel, it is a fine day for me when I feel myself to have gained the affection of a man such as you.

And yet, at the very door the Musketeer began to entertain some doubts. The approach was not such as to prepossess people—an ill-smelling, dark passage, a staircase half-lighted by bars through which stole a glimmer from a neighboring yard; on the first floor a low door studded with enormous nails, like the principal gate of the Grand Chatelet.