E non si tratta soltanto della possibilite di riconoscere nel Cristo quella stretta unione di personalite e di perfezione che forma la vera differenza tra Arte classica e Arte romantica, e che fa del Cristo il vero precursore del movimento romantico nella vita; il fondo stesso della sua natura era quello della natura dell'artista, un'immagine intensa come una fiamma.
Sede, portanto, surdos quando alguem vos fala sem Jesus Cristo, da linhagem de Davi, nascido de Maria, que verdadeiramente nasceu, que comeu e bebeu, que foi verdadeiramente perseguido sob Pe´ncio Pilatos, que foi verdadeiramente crucificado e morreu e vista do ceu, da terra e dos infernos. Ele realmente ressuscitou dos mortos, pois o Seu Pai O ressuscitou, e da mesma forma o Seu Pai ressuscitare¡ em Jesus Cristo tambem a nos, que Nele cremos e sem o qual ne£o temos a verdadeira vida.
Ine¡cio de Antioquia
Quanto ao resto, que o Deus que tudo veª e e Senhor dos esperitos e de todos os seres vivos - que elegeu o Senhor Jesus Cristo e, por meio dele, nos elegeu para sermos o seu povo particular - conceda a toda a pessoa que invoca o seu nome magnefico e santo, a fe, o temor, a paz, a perseverane§a, a pacieªncia, a contineªncia, a pureza e a moderae§e£o. Dessa forma, a pessoa sere¡ agrade¡vel ao seu Nome, por meio de nosso sumo sacerdote e protetor Jesus Cristo, pelo qual sejam dadas a Deus a gloria, a grandeza, o poder e a honra, agora e pelos seculos dos seculos. Amem.
Why, in truth, sir," was Monte Cristo's reply, "man is but an ugly caterpillar for him who studies him through a solar microscope; but you said, I think, that I had nothing else to do. Now, really, let me ask, sir, have you? "" do you believe you have anything to do? or to speak in plain terms, do you really think that what you do deserves being called anything?
Can we account for instinct?' said Monte Cristo. 'Are there not some places where we seem to breathe sadness? - why, we cannot tell. It is a chain of recollections - an idea which carries you back to other times, to other places - which, very likely, have no connection with the present time and place.
It was nearly midnight on the night of February 26, 1806, and Alexandre Dumas, the future author of 'The Count of Monte Cristo' and 'The Three Musketeers,' was asleep at his uncle's house. He was not yet four years old. He was staying there because his father was gravely ill, and his mother thought it best for him not to be at home.
So I have 8 to 10 screenplays written and unproduced. And frankly, some of them are my favorite stories. I have a Western version of The Count Of Monte Cristo where the count has a clockwork hand. I have a screenplay called Mephisto's Bridge about a Faustian deal with the devil. I love them all.
Guillermo del Toro
To wait at Monte Cristo for the purpose of watching like a dragon over the almost incalculable richs that had thus fallen into his possession satisfied not the cravings of his heart, which yearned to return to dwell among mankind, and to assume the rank, power, and influence which are always accorded to wealth - that first and greatest of all the forces within the grasp of man.
When I was a kid, my mum had a lot of Dumas books in the house, and she's from France originally. My mother had one particular Dumas book that was a family heirloom - this old, beat-up 1938 edition of 'The Count of Monte Cristo' in French. She came to America after losing her parents in World War II as a little kid.
Wine buffs write and talk as though the food and wine will be in your mouth at the same time, that one is there to be poured over the other. This is bullshit. Gustatory enjoyment comes from food and wine and cigars of your liking. So far no one has said that a Monte Cristo is the only cigar to smoke after Armagnac, Romeo and Juliet after Calvados ... but the time may yet come.
Se ha inventado casi todo pero no ha inventado el hombre una me¡xima de gobierno que supere a los principios de un Cristo, un Buda. No. Naturalmente, no le discutire el derecho al escepticismo, pero el escepticismo es un lujo de minorea... Al resto le serviremos la felicidad bien cocinada y la humanidad engullire¡ gozosamente la divina bazofia.
These men are in prison: that is the Outsider's verdict. They are quite contented in prison-caged animals who have never known freedom; but it is prison all the same. And the Outsider? He is in prison too: nearly every Outsider in this book has told us so in a different language; but he knows it. His desire is to escape. But a prison-break is not an easy matter; you must know all about your prison, otherwise you might spend years in tunnelling, like the Abbe in The Count of Monte Cristo, and only find yourself in the next cell.
Checche se ne dica, la rivoluzione francese e¨ il pie¹ potente passo del genere umano, dopo l'avvento di Cristo. Incompleta, sia pure; ma sublime. Essa ha trovato il valore di tutte le incognite sociali; ha raddolcito le menti, essa ha colmato, pacificato, illuminato; ha fatto scorrere sulla terra fiumi di civilte ; e¨ stata buona. La rivoluzione francese e¨ la consacrazione dell'umanite .
The novelist Dumas would one day borrow features from both of his uncles, not to mention his grandfather, the acknowledged scoundrel, in fashioning the central villains of The Count of Monte Cristo. Reading court documents detailing the sordid unraveling of Charles's sham fortune, which would have devastating effects on his daughter and her unsuspecting husband, I couldn't help thinking that one of the interesting things about Dumas's villains is that, while greedy and unprincipled themselves, they produce children who can be innocent and decent. This was something that the writer understood very well from his own family.
He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life. Live, then, and be happy, beloved children of my heart, and never forget, that until the day when God will deign to reveal the future to man, all human wisdom is contained in these two words, - 'Wait and hope.' - Your friend, Edmond Dantes, Count of Monte Cristo. The eyes of both were fixed on the spot indicated by the sailor, and on the blue-line separating the sky from the Mediterranean Sea, they perceived a large white sail.
O CONCRETO - THE CONCRETE OS BUTECOS - THE BARS AS RAIZES - THE ROOFS AS CICATRIZES - THE SCARS O CRISTO REDENTOR - CHRIST THE REDEEMER SALVADOR - CAPITAL OF BAHIA O SOL NASCENTE - THE RISING SUN PELOURINHO - FAMOUS OLD SLAVE SQUARE IN SALVADOR AS CATEDRAIS - THE CATHEDRALS NAS GERAIS - MINAS GERAIS ALEIJADINHO - CRIPPLED SCULPTOR FAMOUS FOR THE 12 PROPHETS STATUES IN OURO PRETO AS PELADAS - SOCCER PLAYED BAREFOOT IN THE STREETS, ON THE BEACH E'O BRASIL - THIS IS BRASIL NA BAIXADA - ONE OF THE MOST VIOLENT AND DANGEROUS PLACES IN RIO DE JANEIRO
You see that God deems it right to take from me any claim to merit for what you call my devotion to you. I have promised to remain forever with you, and now I could not break my promise if I would. The treasure will be no more mine than yours, and neither of us will quit this prison. But my real treasure is not that, my dear friend, which awaits me beneath the somber rocks of Monte Cristo, it is your presence, our living together five or six hours a day, in spite of our jailers; it is the rays of intelligence you have elicited from my brain, the languages you have implanted in my memory, and which have taken root there with all of their philological ramifications. These different sciences that you have made so easy to me by the depth of the knowledge you possess of them, and the clearness of the principles to which you have reduced them - this is my treasure, my beloved friend, and with this you have made me rich and happy. Believe me, and take comfort, this is better for me than tons of gold and cases of diamonds, even were they not as problematical as the clouds we see in the morning floating over the sea, which we take for terra firma, and which evaporate and vanish as we draw near to them. To have you as long as possible near me, to hear your eloquent speech, - which embellishes my mind, strengthens my soul, and makes my whole frame capable of great and terrible things, if I should ever be free, - so fills my whole existence, that the despair to which I was just on the point of yielding when I knew you, has no longer any hold over me; this - this is my fortune - not chimerical, but actual. I owe you my real good, my present happiness; and all the sovereigns of the earth, even Caesar Borgia himself, could not deprive me of this.
A near half hour passed as Salvatore weaved his way through the winding tunnel, his steps slowing as he tilted back his head to sniff the air. The scent of cur was still strong, but he was beginning to pick up the distant scent of other curs, and... pure-blood. Female pureblood. Coming to a sharp halt, Salvatore savored the rich vanilla aroma that filled his senses. He loved the smell of women. Hell, he loved women. But this was different. It was intoxicating. 'Cristo, ' he breathed, his blood racing, an odd tightness coiling through his body, slowly draining his strength. Almost as if... No. It wasn't possible. There hadn't been a true Were mating for centuries. 'Curs, ' Levet said, moving to his side. 'And a female pureblood.' 'Si, ' Salvatore muttered, distracted. 'You think it's a trap?' Salvatore swallowed a grim laugh. Hell, he hoped it was a trap. The alternative was enough to send any intelligent Were howling into the night. 'There's only one way to find out.' He moved forward, sensing the end of the tunnel just yards in front of him. 'Salvatore?' Levet tugged on his pants. Salvatore shook him off. 'What?' 'You smell funny. Mon Dieu, are you... ' With blinding speed, Salvatore grasped the gargoyle by one stunted horn and yanked him off his feet to glare into his ugly face. Until that moment, he hadn't noticed the musky scent that clung to his skin. Merda. 'One more word and you lose that tongue, ' he snarled. 'But... ' 'Do not screw with me.' 'I do not intend to screw with anyone.' The gargoyle curled his lips in a mocking smile. 'I am not the one in heat.