A hope may die at down... but a dream will never be forgotten...
Mietzl was a typical Viennese woman... a heart of gold and a mind like a butterfly. Mietzl's profession also had something of the butterfly's fluttering character... She was a small ensemble dancer at the Imperial Ballet.
Men are full of lies! They court us, give us nice presents... and then they disappear...!
– Love must be a strange thing, when even a sensible girl like you acts like you weren't very clever... just bucause you've fallen in love!
– If Love had anything to do with cleverness or calculation... it wouldn't be Love!
Hannerl's love for Franzl overcame all bitterness, as true love always does...
You may have experienced many adventures, but you only love once in your life!
You must love him very much when you can't even bear to hear his name!
Minutes can feel like hours... and hours can feel like fleeting minutes...
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