The Black Tulip Quotes

“Sometimes one has suffered enough to have the right to never say: I am too happy.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“Misfortune does not help us to believe. ”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“It is quite rare for God to provide a great man at the necessary moment to carry out some great deep, which is why when this unusual combination of circumstance does occur, history at once records the name of the chosen one and recommends him to the admiration of posterity. ”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“There is nothing more galling to angry people than the coolness of those on whom they wish to vent their spleen.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“You scholars, you're in communication with the devil.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“God orders a man to do all he can to save his life.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“There are some catastrophes that a poor writer's pen cannot describe and which he is obliged to leave to the imagination of his readers with a bald statement of the facts.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“But there is this terrible thing in evil thoughts, that evil minds soon grow familiar with them.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“To despise flowers is to offend God.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“I'd rather have ten soldiers to guard than a single scholar.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“فكّر كورنيليوس: " وهكذا ينتهي كل شيء. لن أستطيع منح اسمي إلى طفل أو الى زهرة أو الى كتاب, و هي ثلاثة أشياء يُذكر بها المرء.”
― الكسندر دوماس, الزنبقة السوداء

“did what people will do in politics, or on the sea when the wind is against them,—I tacked.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“A man is always endowed by Heaven with too much for his own happiness, and just enough to make him miserable.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“And then, after the first blush of the admiration which he could not help feeling, he began to be tortured by the pangs of envy, by that slow fever which creeps over the heart and changes it into a nest of vipers, each devouring the other and ever born anew.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“What difference is there between the figure of the conqueror and that of the pirate?" said the ancients. The difference only between the eagle and the vulture,—serenity or restlessness.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“...by degrees they waxed more and more angry by their own shouts, and as they were not able to understand how any one could have courage without showing it by cries, they attributed the silence of the dragoons to pusillanimity, and advanced one step towards the prison, with all the turbulent mob following in their wake.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“نظرت روزا الى الأمير و نظقت عيناها "أترى!" رغم أن شفتيها لم تتحركا.
و تطلّع الأمير إلى روزا و نظقت عيناه: "كوني هادئة. انتظري”
― الكسندر دوماس, الزنبقة السوداء

“شعر كورنيليوس بطرف الفأس يلامس رقبته. لكن – ماذا حصل؟ إذ بقلى يرى الأشجار و السماء الزرقاء, و طل يسمع صدى أصوات الناس الكثيرة- كما النحل في الصيف.”
― الكسندر دوماس, الزنبقة السوداء

“He took with him into private life his enemies and his wounds, the only profits that generally accrue to honest people who are guilty of having worked for their country rather than for themselves.”
― Alexander Dumas, The Black Tulip

“The grated window, the only opening through which the two lovers were able to communicate, was too high for conveniently reading a book, although it had been quite convenient for them to read each other's faces. Rosa therefore had to press the open book against the grating edgewise, holding above it in her right hand the lamp, but Cornelius hit upon the lucky idea of fixing it to the bars, so as to afford her a little rest. Rosa was then enabled to follow with her finger the letters and syllables, which she was to spell for Cornelius, who with a straw pointed out the letters to his attentive pupil through the holes of the grating.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“lantern”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“The brothers De Witt have been judged by the people," said Gryphus; "you call that murdered, do you? well, I call it executed.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“It would have made a fine picture, worthy of Rembrandt, the gloomy winding stairs illuminated by the reddish glare of the cresset of Gryphus, with his scowling jailer's countenance at the top, the melancholy figure of Cornelius bending over the banister to look down upon the sweet face of Rosa, standing, as it were, in the bright frame of the door of her chamber, with embarrassed mien at being thus seen by a stranger.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“Here Cornelius stopped and heaved a sigh. "And yet," he continued, "it would have been so very delightful to spend the hundred thousand guilders on the enlargement of my tulip-bed or even on a journey to the East, the country of beautiful flowers. But, alas! these are no thoughts for the present times, when muskets, standards, proclamations, and beating of drums are the order of the day.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“Then two dark figures appeared. One of them, tall, majestic, stern, sat down near the table on which Van Baerle had placed the taper.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“The dry-room, this pantheon, this sanctum sanctorum of the tulip-fancier, was, as Delphi of old, interdicted to the profane uninitiated. Never had any of his servants been bold enough to set his foot there. Cornelius admitted only the inoffensive broom of an old Frisian housekeeper, who had been his nurse, and who from the time when he had devoted himself to the culture of tulips ventured no longer to put onions in his stews, for fear of pulling to pieces and mincing the idol of her foster child.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“Whilst Cornelius was weeding, manuring, watering his beds, whilst, kneeling on the turf border, he analysed every vein of the flowering tulips,”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“Captain van Deken,”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“The young man with his hat slouched over his eyes, still leaning on the arm of the officer, and still wiping from time to time his brow with his handkerchief, was watching in a corner of the Buytenhof, in the shade of the overhanging weather-board of a closed shop, the doings of the infuriated mob, a spectacle which seemed to draw near its catastrophe.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip

“Death to the traitors! To the gallows with Cornelius de Witt! Death! death!”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Black Tulip