Bernard
"Laura, Laura, you don't love Douviers. You feel affection for him, pity, esteem; but that's not love. I think the secret of your sadness (for you are sad, Laura) is that life has divided you; love has only consented to take you, imcomplete; you distribute among several what you would like to give to one only. As for me, I feel I'm indivisible; I can only give the whole of myself."
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Laura
"You know nothing of life. Everything is before you. Do you know what my mistake was? To think there was nothing more for me. It was when I thought, alas! that there was nothing more for me, that I let myself go. I lived that last spring at Pau as if I were never to see another -- as if nothing mattered any more. I can tell you now, Bernard, now that I've been punished for it -- Never despair of life!"
