Quotes from The Doll

Bolesław Prus ·  702 pages

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“„Pluń na wszystko, co minęło: na własną boleść i na cudzą nikczemność... Wybierz sobie jakiś cel, jakikolwiek i zacznij nowe życie.”
― Bolesław Prus, quote from The Doll


“Bywają wielkie zbrodnie na świecie, ale chyba największą jest zabić miłość. Tyle lat upłynęło, prawie pół wieku ; wszystko przeszło: majątek, tytuły, młodość, szczęście... Sam tylko żal nie przeszedł i pozostał, mówię ci, taki świeży, jakby to było wczoraj. Ach, gdyby nie wiara, że jest inny świat, w którym podobno wynagrodzą tutejsze krzywdy, kto wie, czy nie przeklęłoby się i życia, i jego konwenansów...”
― Bolesław Prus, quote from The Doll


“Przecież dlatego kobiety wszędzie są niewolnicami, że lgną do tych, którzy je lekceważą.”
― Bolesław Prus, quote from The Doll


“Bo widzisz, najgorszą samotnością nie jest ta, która otacza człowieka, ale ta pustka w nim samym.”
― Bolesław Prus, quote from The Doll


“Przez rok cierpiałem na jakąś chorobę mózgową, a zdawało mi się, że jestem zakochany.”
― Bolesław Prus, quote from The Doll



“Toteż mając lat osiemnaście, panna Izabela tyranizowała mężczyzn chłodem.”
― Bolesław Prus, quote from The Doll


“For human nature is strange: the less we are inclined to self-sacrifice, the more we insist on it in other”
― Bolesław Prus, quote from The Doll


“Pity is an emotion equally unpleasant to the bestower as to the recipient”
― Bolesław Prus, quote from The Doll


About the author

Bolesław Prus
Born place: in Hrubieszów, Poland
Born date August 20, 1847
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