A Quote by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

Remorse sleeps during a prosperous period but wakes up in adversity. — © Jean-Jacques Rousseau
Remorse sleeps during a prosperous period but wakes up in adversity.
Remorse goes to sleep during a prosperous period and wakes up in adversity. [Fr., Le remords s'endort durant un destin prospere et s'aigrit dans l'adversite.]
Remorse sleeps during prosperity but awakes bitter consciousness during adversity.
Remorse sleeps in the atmosphere of prosperity.
In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
Easy times are the enemy, they put us to sleep. Adversity is our friend, it wakes us up
Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes; When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.
Happy couples resist the temptation to go to bed at different times. They go to bed at the same time, even if one partner wakes up later to do things while their partner sleeps.
Every king sleeps, but not every king wakes up as king! The snakes of the intrigue crawl around during the night! The cleverest king is the least sleeping king!
Remorse.-- Never yield to remorse, but at once tell yourself: remorse would simply mean adding to the first act of stupidity a second.
Find what is it that never sleeps and never wakes, and whose pale reflection is our sense of 'I'
The martial spirit is never dead. It sleeps through fortunate generations, but it wakes up very quickly to the toot of a fife. There's that roistering spirit in men which leads them to think a good fight is a lark - until they've been in one. And the impulse to fight for your own incarnation of an ideal.
Adversity has the effect of eliciting talents which, in prosperous circumstances, would have lain dormant.
When prosperous the fool trembles for the evil that is to come; in adversity the philosopher smiles for the good that he has had.
Adversity has the effect of eliciting talents, which in prosperous circumstances would have lain dormant.
Whatever man loves, that is his god. For he carries it in his heart; he goes about with it night and day; he sleeps and wakes with it, be it what it may - wealth or self, pleasure or renown.
Ah, God! what trances of torments does that man endure who is consumed with one unachieved revengeful desire. He sleeps with clenched hands; and wakes with his own bloody nails in his palms.
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