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" When men speak of love, when they profess it in so many ways, we listen. Even when we do not love, we are loath to hurt you, even when we are disgusted, we hide our aversion, we do not say bluntly “We do not love you.” Instead, we often put on a very good show of loving, and if at some point, the mask slips, the men cry out “You have betrayed me!” and everyone listens, everyone sympathizes. "
― Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay , Devdas
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" Chondromookhi says she loves me. I don’t want it, don’t want it. All the world’s a stage, people put on masks, they become thieves, beggars, kings, queens – they make love, they speak loving words, they weep, as though it was all real. Chondromookhi acts in a play – and I watch, but the one I remember – how everything changed in a moment! Where did she go, and where did I end? Now I must play act the rest of my life! A drunk! and this one – what of her? Well, what of her! No hope – no happiness – no end. Bravo! the play ends – Bravo! "
― Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay , Devdas
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" It’s not in the nature of experienced and intelligent people to precipitately form an opinion in the instant that they are faced with something. They examine the object or the problem in depth, looking at it from this side and that before proclaiming its faults or its advantages. However, there is another type of persons who act exactly in the opposite way, they do not have the patience to think for very long about anything. No sooner that something comes into their ken, they know instantly that it is good or it is bad, scrutiny is too much of an effort for them, and logic is replaced with a sort of blind faith. For these people, if fate is kind, the highest success is theirs; if luck is against them, they descend to the darkest depths of life, and there they lie like stones, blind to light and hope. To this latter class of people belonged Devdas. "
― Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay , Devdas
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" I’ll tell you this – truly - I can’t trust you , or rely on you. The man I’m going to marry, he is wealthy, and more than that, he is intelligent, steady, and moral. My parents, who love me, and wish me to be happy, would never give me away to a thoughtless, restless, devil-driven creature like you! Now let me go!. "
― Sarat Chandra Chattopadhyay , Devdas
