The Count Of Monte Cristo Quotes

“Yet man will never be perfect until he learns to create and destroy; he does know how to destroy, and that is half the battle.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“Look, look,' cried the count, seizing the young man's hands - "look, for on my soul it is curious. Here is a man who had resigned himself to his fate, who was going to the scaffold to die - like a coward, it is true, but he was about to die without resistance. Do you know what gave him strength? - do you know what consoled him? It was, that another partook of his punishment - that another partook of his anguish - that another was to die before him. Lead two sheep to the butcher's, two oxen to the slaughterhouse, and make one of them understand that his companion will not die; the sheep will bleat for pleasure, the ox will bellow with joy. But man - man, who God created in his own image - man, upon whom God has laid his first, his sole commandment, to love his neighbour - man, to whom God has given a voice to express his thoughts - what is his first cry when he hears his fellowman is saved? A blasphemy. Honour to man, this masterpiece of nature, this king of the creation!”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“There are some situations which men understand by instinct, by which reason is powerless to explain; in such cases the greatest poet is he who gives utterance to the most natural and vehement outburst of sorrow. Those who hear the bitter cry are as much impressed as if they listened to an entire poem, and when th sufferer is sincere they are right in regarding his outburst as sublime.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“The king! I thought he was philosopher enough to allow that there was no murder in politics. In politics, my dear fellow, you know, as well as I do, there are no men, but ideas - no feelings, but interests; in politics we do not kill a man, we only remove an obstacle, that is all.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“Youth is the flower of which love is the fruit;
Happy the gatherer who picks it after watching it slowly mature.”
― Alexandre Dumas‎

“Every man has a devouring passion in his heart, as every fruit has its worm.”
― Alexander Dumas

“Oh, no; I should find there people who would force me to understand things of which I would prefer to remain ignorant, and who would try to explain to me, in spite of myself, a mystery which even they do not understand.”
― Alexander Dumas

“I swear, you are frightening me!" said Dantes. "Is the world full of tigers and crocodiles then?"
"Yes, except that the tigers and crocodiles with two legs are more dangerous than the rest.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“I acted hastily towards him. Haste is a poor counsellor: I acted wrongly.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“However much a man is inured to taking risks, however well prepared he is for danger, the fluttering of his heart and the pricking of his skin will always let him know the vast difference that lies between dream and reality, planning and execution.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“As for his wife, he bowed to her, as some husbands do to their wives, but in a way that bachelors will never comprehend, until a very extensive code is published on conjugal life.”
― Alexander Dumas

“All men are scoundrels and I am happy to be able to do more than hate them: now I despise them.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“Besides, it is no reason because you have not seen an execution at Paris, that you should not see one anywhere else; when you travel, it is to see everything. Think what a figure you will make when you are asked, "How do they execute at Rome?" and you reply, "I do not know"!”
― Alexander Dumas

“It was a human storm, composed of a thunder of cries, and a hail of sweetmeats, flowers, eggs, oranges, and nosegays.”
― Alexander Dumas

“And now commenced the work of devastation upon the many good things with which the table was loaded.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“...he sat down in the chair and went over in his mind everything that in the past week or so had filled his cup of bitter sorrows and dark memories to overflowing.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“The demon which had whispered this idea to him would not leave him, buzzing in his ear with that persistence which rapidly ensures that some doubts, by the sole force of reasoning, become certainties.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“No halfway emotions can exist in a heart swollen with utmost despair.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“Alas, mother, there are people who have suffered greatly, and who did not die, but raised a new fortune on the ruins of all those promises of happiness that heaven had made to them, and on the debris of all the hopes that God had given them!”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“Count, for me with Valentine there could be an infinite, immense, unknown happiness, a happiness too great, too complete and too divine for this world. Since this world has not given it to me, Count, that means that there is nothing for me on earth except despair and desolation.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“It is a kind of dizzying comfort to contemplate the open abyss when, at the bottom of that abyss, lies nothingness.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“There are other things to fear, Monsieur,' Villefort said, 'apart from death, old age and madness. For example, apoplexy, that lightning bolt which strikes you down without destroying you, yet after which all is finished. You are still yourself, but you are no longer yourself: from a near-angel like Ariel you have become a dull mass which, like Caliban, is close to the beasts. As I said, in human language, this is quite simply called an apoplexy or stroke.”
― Alexandre Dumas

“...a man who may not, like you, have seen all the kingdoms on earth, but who helped to overthrow one of the most powerful; a man who did not, like you, claim to be one of the envoys of God, but of the Supreme Being, not of Providence but of Fate. Well, Monsieur, the rupture of a blood vessel in the brain put an end to all that, not in a day, not in an hour, but in a second.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“You are without a doubt a remarkable man,' Danglars said. 'And whatever philosophers say, it's marvellous to be rich.”
― Alexandre Dumas

“I think that I have known you for a year; that, on the day we met, I wagered all my chances of happiness on your love; that the day came when you told me that you loved me; and that from that day forward I have staked all my future on having you. That has been my life. Now, I no longer think anything. All I can tell myself is that fate has turned against me, that I expected to win heaven and I have lost it. It happens every day that a gambler loses not only what he has, but also what he does not have.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“In every well-organized mind the dominant idea - and there always is a dominant idea - is the one which, being the last to go to sleep, is also the first to shine among the newly awakened thoughts.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“Do you know what you have done, wise as you are? I have waited a month, which means I have suffered a month. I hoped-man is such a poor and miserable creature-I hoped, for what? I don't know: something unimaginable, absurd, senseless, a miracle...but what? God alone knows, for it was He who diluted our reason with that madness called hope.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“Yes, that's as may be; but what about the condemned man?'
'Also a dream, except that he remained asleep, while you woke up. Who can tell which of you is the more fortunate?”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“I do believe, Albert, that you are quite set this morning on feeding me with illusions."
'Ah, you must admit that's the diet that best satisfies the stomach.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“The napoleon was an old-fashioned pastry, named after the Italian city rather than the French emperor as so many assumed, so it definitely had to be classic European literature. Melody ran her fingers across the spines of the cloth-bound volumes as if she could absorb their essences by touch. Tolstoy, Hugo, Eliot... Dumas.
She smiled and tipped a scarlet-bound volume of The Count of Monte Cristo off the shelf. Perfect. A French book about a pretend Italian count paired with an Italian dessert with pretend French roots? Her more literate followers would get a kick out of the parallels. Not to mention that Napoleon himself figured prominently in the plot.”
― Carla Laureano, Brunch at Bittersweet Café