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Sophie Swetchine
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Sophie Swetchine
Age: 74 †
Born: 1782
Born: November 22
Died: 1857
Died: September 10
Diarist
Lady-In-Waiting
Salonnière
Writer
Moscow
Russian SFSR
Sofia Petrovna Soymonova
Madame Swetchine
Swetchine
Anne Sophie Swetchine
Flattery
Perpetual
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Attention
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Those who have suffered much are like those who know many languages they have learned to understand and be understood by all.
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The chains which cramp us most are those which weigh on us least.
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Real sorrow is almost as difficult to discover as real poverty. An instinctive delicacy hides the rays of the one and the wounds of the other.
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Love sometimes elevates, creates new qualities, suspends the working of evil inclinations but only for a day. Love, then, is an Oriental despot, whose glance lifts a slave from the dust, and then consigns him to it again.
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Our faults afflict us more than our good deeds console. Pain is ever uppermost in the conscience as in the heart.
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We reform others unconsciously when we walk uprightly.
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The very might of the human intellect reveals its limits.
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To have ideas is to gather flowers to think is to weave them into garlands.
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A malicious enemy is better than a clumsy friend.
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If grief is to be mitigated, it must either wear itself out or be shared.
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Let us shun everything, which might tend to efface the primitive lineaments of our individuality. Let us reflect that each one of us is a thought of God.
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We do not judge men by what they are in themselves, but by what they are relatively to us.
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Old age is the night of life, as night is the old age of the day. Still, night is full of magnificence and, for many, it is more brilliant than the day.
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The Christian's God is a God of metamorphoses. You cast grief into his bosom: you draw thence, peace. You cast in despair: 'tis hope that rises to the surface. It is a sinner whose heart he moves. It is a saint who returns him thanks.
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We expect everything and are prepared for nothing.
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True poets, like great artists, have scarcely any childhood, and no old age.
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Silence is like nightfall. Objects are lost in it insensibly.
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Indulgence is lovely in the sinless toleration, adorable in the pious and believing heart.
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What is resignation? It is putting God between one's self and one's grief.
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He who has ceased to enjoy his friend's superiority has ceased to love him.
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