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Monsieur Lheureux: Each moment you don't possess what you love is a moment not spent in love. And a heart without love is a heart without a voice. No song, no life.
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Emma Bovary: I will not remain inert, standing in a fever of despair.
The Marquis: My dear Emma, you are unrelenting, standing under an apple tree, wishing to smell the scent of orange blossoms. So yes, you are indeed standing in a lost world of illusion. You like to hear the words, but you have no courage to act upon your feelings.
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