Strange Case Of Jekyll And Hyde Quotes

Here then, as I lay down the pen and proceed to seal up my confession, I bring the life of that unhappy Henry Jekyll to an end.

about as emotional as a bagpipe.

I was still cursed with my duality of purpose.

... Man is not truly one, but truly two... even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both...

He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something downright detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn’t specify the point. He’s an extraordinary-looking man, and yet I really can name nothing out of the way. No sir; I can make no hand of it; I can’t describe him. And it’s not want of memory; for I declare I can see him this moment.

Instantly the spirit of hell awoke in me and raged. With a transport of glee, I mauled the unresisting body, tasting delight from every blow; and it was not till weariness had begun to succeed, that I was suddenly, in the top fit of my delirium, struck through the heart by a cold thrill of terror.

A man cannot destroy the savage in him by denying its impulses. The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it. –Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

The fog still slept on the wing above the drowned city, where the lamps glimmered like carbuncles; and through the muffle and smother of these fallen clouds, the procession of the town's life was still rolling in through the great arteries with a sound as of a mighty wind.

but I was still cursed with my duality of purpose; and as the first edge of my penitence wore off, the lower side of me, so long indulged, so recently chained down, began to growl for licence.

You start a question, and it's like starting a stone. You sit quietly on the top of a hill; and away the stone goes, starting others; and presently some bland old bird (the last you would have thought of) is knocked on the head in his own back garden and the family have to change their name. No sir, I make it a rule of mine: the more it looks like Queer Street, the less I ask.

You must suffer me to go my own dark way. I have brought on myself a punishment and a danger that I cannot name. If I am the chief of sinners, I am the chief of sufferers also. I could not think that this earth contained a place for sufferings and terrors so unmanning;

I was driven to reflect deeply and inveterately on that hard law of life, which lies at the root of religion and is one of the most plentiful springs of distress. Though so profound a double-dealer, I was in no sense a hypocrite; both sides of me were in dead earnest; I was no more myself when I laid aside restraint and plunged in shame, than when I laboured, in the eye of day, at the futherance of knowledge or the relief of sorrow and suffering.

No fue difícil de convertirse en Mr Hyde pero eso fue difícil de convertirse en Dr Jekyll otra vez. El bien y la maldad luchaban en mi cuerpo humano. Tuve que tomar una decisión.

Hyde?" repeated Lanyon.

This, as I take it, was because all human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil: and Edward Hyde, alone in the ranks of mankind, was pure evil.

It offended him both as a lawyer and as a lover of the sane and customary sides of life, to whom the fanciful was the immodest.

is one thing to mortify curiosity, another to conquer it;

God bless me, the man seems hardly human! Something troglodytic, shall we say?

Sin embargo, una cosa es mortificar la propia curiosidad y otra es vencerla

in the man's rich silence after the expense and strain of gaiety.

Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary and yet somehow lovable.

Don't you know Poole, you and I are about to place ourselves in a position of some peril?

To flee was more than I could find courage for; but I registered a vow of unsleeping circumspection.

We are three very old friends, Lanyon; we shall not live to make others.

The moment I choose, I can be rid of Mr. Hyde

Ah, it's an ill-conscience that's such an enemy to rest!

I thought it was madness," he said, as he replaced the obnoxious paper in the safe, "and now I begin to fear it is disgrace.

But the temptation of a discovery so singular and profound at last overcame the suggestions of alarm.

I saw what I saw, I heard what I heard, and my soul sickened at it; and yet now when that sight has faded from my eyes, I ask myself if I believe it, and I cannot answer.

A man cannot destroy the savage in him by denying its impulses. The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.

Hosts loved to detain the dry lawyer, when the light-hearted and loose-tongued had already their foot on the threshold; they liked to sit a while in his unobtrusive company, practising for solitude, sobering their minds in the man's rich silence after the expense and strain of gaiety.

CATHERINE: I can’t write from Diana’s point of view. MARY: Of course you can. You’re a writer; you can write anything. Just find your inner Diana. CATHERINE: I don’t have an inner Diana. DIANA: Ha! You wish. Everyone has an inner Diana.

Her eyes took hold upon mine and clung there, and bound us together like the joining of hands; and the moments we thus stood face to face, drinking each other in, were sacramental and the wedding of souls.

He put the glass to his lips and drank at one gulp. A cry followed; he reeled, staggered, clutched at the table and held on, staring with injected eyes, gasping with open mouth; and as I looked there came, I thought, a change—he seemed to swell—his face became suddenly black and the features seemed to melt and alter—and the next moment, I had sprung to my feet and leaped back against the wall, my arms raised to shield me from that prodigy, my mind submerged in terror. "O

The famed author Robert Lewis Stevenson declared that he'd trained his Brownies to be writers. As he slept, they would whisper fantastic plots in his ear -- for example, the strange case of Dr. Jekyll and the diabolical Mr. Hyde, and that episode in "Olalla" when a young man from an old Spanish family bites his sister's hand.

but that in case of Dr. Jekyll's "disappearance or unexplained absence for any period exceeding three calendar months," the said Edward Hyde should step into the said Henry Jekyll's shoes without further delay and free from any burthen or obligation beyond the payment of a few small sums to the members of the doctor's household

It was thus rather the exacting nature of my aspirations than any particular degradation in my faults, that made me what I was, and, with even a deeper trench than in the majority of men, severed in me those provinces of good and ill which divide and compound man's dual nature.

First, because I have been made to learn that the doom and burthen of our life is bound for ever on man's shoulders, and when the attempt is made to cast it off, it but returns upon us with more unfamiliar and more awful pressure.

Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.

I love my sins like other people.

His friends were those of his own blood or those whom he had known the longest; his affections, like ivy, were the growth of time, they implied no aptness in the object.

I wish you to judge for me entirely,’ was the reply. ‘I have lost confidence in myself.

It is the mark of a modest man to accept his friendly circle ready-made from the hands of opportunity; and that was the lawyer’s way.

If each, I told myself, could be housed in separate identities, life would be relieved of all that was unbearable;

He was wild when he was young; a long while ago to be sure; but in the law of God, there is no statute of limitations.

God knows; I am careless; this is my true hour of death, and what is to follow concerns someone other than myself.

I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why.

Yes,” he thought; “he is a doctor, he must know his own state and that his days are counted; and the knowledge is more than he can bear.

Mr. Hyde was pale and dwarfish, he gave an impression of deformity without any nameable malformation, he had a displeasing smile, he had borne himself to the lawyer with a sort of murderous mixture of timidity and boldness, and he spoke with a husky, whispering and somewhat broken voice; all these were points against him, but not all of these together could explain the hitherto unknown disgust, loathing and fear with which Mr. Utterson regarded him.

I sat in the sun on a bench; the animal within me licking the chops of memory; the spiritual side a little drowsed, promising subsequent penitence, but not yet moved to begin. After all, I reflected, I was like my neighbours; and then I smiled, comparing myself with other men, comparing my active good-will with the lazy cruelty of their neglect.

It was on the moral side, and in my own person, that I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both; and from an early date, even before the course of my scientific discoveries had begun to suggest the most naked possibility of such a miracle, I had learned to dwell with pleasure, as a beloved daydream, on the thought of the separation of these elements. If each, I told myself, could be housed in separate identities, life would be relieved of all that was unbearable; the unjust might go his way, delivered from the aspirations and remorse of his more upright twin; and the just could walk steadfastly and securely on his upward path, doing the good things in which he found his pleasure, and no longer exposed to disgrace and penitence by the hands of this extraneous evil. It was the curse of mankind that these incongruous faggots were thus bound together—that in the agonised womb of consciousness, these polar twins should be continuously struggling. How, then were they dissociated?

And this again, that that insurgent horror was knit to him closer than a wife, closer than an eye; lay caged in his flesh, where he heard it mutter and felt it struggle to be born; and at every hour of weakness, and in the confidence of slumber, prevailed against him, and deposed him out of life.

The dismal quarter of Soho seen under these changing glimpses, with its muddy ways, and slatternly passengers, and its lamps, which had never been extinguished or had been kindled afresh to combat this mournful reinvasion of darkness, seemed, in the lawyer's eyes, like a district of some city in a nightmare.

In the bottle the acids were long ago resolved; the imperial dye had softened with time, as the colour grows richer in stained windows; and the glow of hot autumn afternoons on hillside vineyards, was ready to be set free and to disperse the fogs of London.

Man is not truly one, but truly two

His friends were those of his own blood or those whom he had known the longest;

Even as good shone upon the countenance of the one, evil was written broadly and plainly on the face of the other.

Do you think I have no more generous aspirations than to sin, and sin, and sin, and, at the last, sneak into heaven?

the ugly face of my iniquity stared into my soul.

It was on the moral side, and in my own person, that I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man;

was slowly losing hold of my original and better self,

It was on the moral side, and in my own person, that I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both;

Though so profound a double-dealer, I was in no sense a hypocrite; both sides of me were in dead earnest; I was no more myself when I laid aside restraint and plunged in shame, than when I laboured, in the eye of day, at the furtherance of knowledge or the relief of sorrow and suffering. And

STORY OF THE DOOR Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary and yet somehow lovable. At friendly meetings, and when the wine was to his taste, something

He is not easy to describe. There is something wrong with his appearance; something displeasing, something down-right detestable. I never saw a man I so disliked, and yet I scarce know why. He must be deformed somewhere; he gives a strong feeling of deformity, although I couldn’t specify the point.

have observed that when I wore the semblance of Edward Hyde, none could come near to me at first without a visible misgiving of the flesh. This, as I take it, was because all human beings, as we meet them, are commingled out of good and evil: and Edward Hyde, alone in the ranks of mankind, was pure evil.

Well, sir, the two ran into one another naturally enough at the corner; and then came the horrible part of the thing; for the man trampled calmly over the child's body and left her screaming on the ground. It sounds nothing to hear, but it was hellish to see. It wasn't like a man; it was like some damned Juggernaut.

when I was seized again with those indescribable sensations that heralded the change; and I had but the time to gain the shelter of my cabinet, before I was once again raging and freezing with the passions of Hyde. It

I crossed the yard, wherein the constellations looked down upon me, I could have thought, with wonder, the first creature of that sort that their unsleeping vigilance had yet disclosed to them; I stole through the corridors, a stranger in my own house; and coming to my room, I saw for the first time the appearance of Edward Hyde.

I had voluntarily stripped myself of all those balancing instincts by which even the worst of us continues to walk with some degree of steadiness among temptations; and in my case, to be tempted, however slightly, was to fall.

There were several books on a shelf; one lay beside the tea things open, and Utterson was amazed to find it a copy of a pious work, for which Jekyll had several times expressed a great esteem, annotated, in his own hand with startling blasphemies. Next,

He would be aware of the great field of lamps of a nocturnal city; then of the figure of a man walking swiftly; then of a child running from the doctor’s; and then these met, and that human Juggernaut trod the child down and passed on regardless of her screams.

Even as good shone upon the countenance of the one, evil was written broadly and plainly on the face of the other. Evil besides (which I must still believe to be the lethal side of man) had left on that body an imprint of deformity and decay. And yet when I looked upon that ugly idol in the glass, I was conscious of no repugnance, rather of a leap of welcome. This, too, was myself. It seemed natural and human.

I do not suppose that, when a drunkard reasons with himself upon his vice, he is once out of five hundred times affected by the dangers that he runs through his brutish, physical insensibility; neither had I, long as I had considered my position, made enough allowance for the complete moral insensibility and insensate readiness to evil, which were the leading characters of Edward Hyde. Yet it was by these that I was punished. My devil had been long caged, he came out roaring.

With every day, and from both sides of my intelligence, the moral and the intellectual, I thus drew steadily nearer to that truth, by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a dreadful shipwreck: that man is not truly one, but truly two. I say two, because the state of my own knowledge does not pass beyond that point. Others will follow, others will outstrip me on the same lines; and I hazard the guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous and independent denizens.

Men have before hired bravos to transact their crimes, while their own person and reputation sat under shelter. I was the first that ever did so for his pleasure. I was the first that could plod in the public eye with a load of genial respectability, and in a moment, like a schoolboy, strip off these lendings and spring headlong into the sea of liberty.

If he be Mr. Hyde,' he had thought, 'I shall be Mr. Seek.

if not by fair means, then by foul! if not of your consent, then by brute force!

and I hazard the guess that man will be ultimately known for a mere polity of multifarious, incongruous and independent denizens.

Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man

Then you must know as well as the rest of us that there was something queer about that gentleman—something that gave a man a turn—I don't know rightly how to say it, sir.

All things therefore seemed to point to this: that I was slowly losing hold of my original and better self, and becoming slowly incorporated with my second and worse.

Least said soonest mended,

Es señal del hombre Modesto el aceptar de manos de la casualidad el círculo de sus amistades.

I was no more myself when I laid aside restraint and plunged in shame, than when I laboured, in the eye of day, at the furtherance of knowledge or the relief of sorrow and suffering.

Ses amis étaient ceux de son propre sang ou ceux qu’il avait connus le plus longtemps ; ses affections, comme le lierre, étaient le fruit du temps, elles n’impliquaient pas d’aptitude dans l’objet.

He aprendido a mi costa que el sino y la carga de nuestra vida lo llevamos atado para siempre a los hombros, y que cuando intentamos sacudirlo vuelve a nosotros con más extraña y espantable pesadumbre.

If each, I told myself, could be housed in separate identities, life would be relieved of all that was unbearable; the unjust might go his way, delivered from the aspirations and remorse of his more upright twin; and the just could walk steadfastly and securely on his upward path, doing the good things in which he found his pleasure, and no longer exposed to disgrace and penitence by the hands of this extraneous evil. It was the curse of mankind that these incongruous faggots were thus bound together—that in the agonised womb of consciousness, these polar twins should be continuously struggling. How, then were they dissociated?

Very well, then, we wish to see his rooms,” said the lawyer; and when the woman began to declare it was impossible, “I had better tell you who this person is,” he added. “This is Inspector Newcomen of Scotland Yard.

Stevenson's story strips away all the distancing devices of the traditional Gothic, locating the horror of atavistic returns in central London, in the present and in the body and mind of a representative of the professional classes.

إن عبء حياتنا ولعنتها سيظل ملقى على عاتق الإنسان إلى الأبد، وكلما حاولنا إزاحته عاد ليثقل علينا بوطأة أشد غرابة وهولاً. ------ إن الإنسان سيُعرَّف لاحقاً، تعريفاً مطلقاً في النهاية، بأنه محضُ هيكلٍ يقطنه سكان متنوعون ومتنافرون ومستقلون.

إن الإنسان سيُعرَّف لاحقاً، تعريفاً مطلقاً في النهاية، بأنه محضُ هيكلٍ يقطنه سكان متنوعون ومتنافرون ومستقلون. ------ إن عبء حياتنا ولعنتها سيظل ملقى على عاتق الإنسان إلى الأبد، وكلما حاولنا إزاحته عاد ليثقل علينا بوطأة أشد غرابة وهولاً.

It was on the moral side, and in my own person, that I learned to recognise the thorough and primitive duality of man; I saw that, of the two natures that contended in the field of my consciousness, even if I could rightly be said to be either, it was only because I was radically both;

knew well that I risked death; for any drug that so potently controlled and shook the very fortress of identity, might, by the least scruple of an overdose or at the least inopportunity in the moment of exhibition, utterly blot out that immaterial tabernacle which I looked to it to change.

Many a man would have even blazoned such irregularities as I was guilty of; but from the high views that I had set before me, I regarded and hid them with an almost morbid sense of shame. It was thus rather the exacting nature of my aspirations than any particular degradation in my faults, that made me what I was and, with even a deeper trench than in the majority of men, severed in me those provinces of good and ill which divide and compound man’s dual nature. In this case, I was driven to reflect deeply and inveterately on that hard law of life, which lies at the root of religion and is one of the most plentiful springs of distress.

And now,” said he, “to settle what remains. Will you be wise? will you be guided? will you suffer me to take this glass in my hand and to go forth from your house without further parley? or has the greed of curiosity too much command of you? Think before you answer, for it shall be done as you decide. As you decide, you shall be left as you were before, and neither richer nor wiser, unless the sense of service rendered to a man in mortal distress may be counted as a kind of riches of the soul. Or, if you shall so prefer to choose, a new province of knowledge and new avenues to fame and power shall be laid open to you, here, in this room, upon the instant; and your sight shall be blasted by a prodigy to stagger the unbelief of Satan.

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For two good reasons, I will not enter deeply into this scientific branch of my confession. First, because I have been made to learn that the doom and burthen of our life is bound for ever on man’s shoulders, and when the attempt is made to cast it off, it but returns upon us with more unfamiliar and more awful pressure. Second, because, as my narrative will make, alas! too evident, my discoveries were incomplete.

Tú, por tanto, no te extrañes y no dudes de mi amistad si mi puerta permanece a menudo cerrada incluso para ti. Deja que me vaya por mi oscuro camino. He atraído sobre mí un castigo y un peligro que no puedo contarte. Si soy el peor de los pecadores pago también la peor de las penas. Nunca habría pensado que en esta tierra se pudieran dar sufrimientos tan inhumanos, terrores tan atroces. Y lo único que puedes hacer, Utterson, para aliviar mi destino, es respetar mi silencio .

Fue en la lado moral y en mi propia persona donde aprendía reconocer la absoluta y primitiva dualidad del hombre. Entonces vi que las dos naturalezas que contendían en el campo de mi conciencia, si podía decirse con razón que cualquiera de ellas era la mía, es porque lo eran esencialmente las dos; así pues, desde fecha muy temprana, ya antes de que en el proceso de mis descubrimientos científicos se vislumbrase la más vaga posibilidad de tal milagro, me había acostumbrado a acariciar con delectación, como un dulce ensueño, la idea de la separación de esos elementos. Si cada uno de ellos -me decía- pudiera ser alojado en una personalidad distinta, la humanidad se vería aliviada de una insoportable pesadumbre. El injusto seguiría su camino, libre de las aspiraciones y de los remordimientos de su inflexible hermano gemelo, y el justo podría caminar firme y seguro, por su senda ascendente, practicando las buenas acciones en que encuentra su gozo y sin estar ya nunca expuesto a deshonras y penitencias por culpa de una maldad que no era suya. Era la maldición de la humanidad que estuviesen atadas juntas en un solo haz esas dos cosas antagónicas, y que en la dolorida entraña, en la conciencia, los dos gemelos irreconocibles mantuvieran una lucha sin tregua.