Hippolytus can feel, and feels nothing for me!
I will die if I lose you, but I will die if I wait longer.
Love is not a fire to be shut up in a soul. Everything betrays us: voice, silence, eyes; half-covered fires burn all the brighter.
Flight is lawful, when one flies from tyrants.
She wavers, she hesitates; in one word — she is a woman.
To repair the irreparable ravages of time.