His heart was flooded with immense love, and as he gazed on her he could feel his mind growing numb.
Ea își dorea un fiu;ar fi trebuit să fie voinic și brunet;îi va spune Georges;idea de a avea un baiat era ca o speranță a răzbunării împotriva tuturor neputințelor trecute.Cel puțin,un barbat e liber;...
Because wanton or venal lips has murmured the same words to him, he only half believed in the sincerity of those he was hearing now; to a large extent they should be disregarded, he believed, because...
Avrebbe voluto vivere in qualche vecchio maniero, come quelle castellane dal lungo corsetto che passavano le loro giornate sotto i trifogli delle ogive, col gomito sulla pietra e il mento appoggiato s...
And he was beginning to feel that discouragement which is engendered by a life of repetition, when no interest guides nor expectation sustains it.
An infinity of passion can be contained in one minute, like a crowd in a small space.
Beneath beautiful appearances I search out ugly depths, and beneath ignoble surfaces I probe for the hidden mines of devotion and virtue. It's a relatively benign mania, which enables you to see somet...
An overwhelming curiosity makes me ask myself what their lives might be like. I want to know what they do, where they're from, their names, what they're thinking about at that moment, what they regret...
But that which fanaticism formerly promised to the elect, science now accomplishes for all men.
I am irritated by my own writing. I am like a violinist whose ear is true, but whose fingers refuse to reproduce precisely the sound he hears within.
I love my work with a frenetic and perverse love, as an ascetic loves the hair shirt which scratches his belly.
You can calculate the worth of a man by the number of his enemies, and the importance of a work of art by the harm that is spoken of it.
You need a high degree of corruption or a very big heart to love absolutely everything
This haze of blood must subside, the palace must collapse under the weight of the riches it conceals, the orgy must finish and the time come to awaken.
There is always after the death of anyone a kind of stupefaction; so difficult is it to grasp this advent of nothingness and to resign ourselves to believe in it.
The priest first read a condensed lesson of sacred history. Felicite evoked Paradise, the Flood, the Tower of Babel, the blazing cities, the dying nations, the shattered idols; and out of this she dev...
Kendi kendine: — Onu seviyorum ama, diyordu. Ne olursa olsun mutlu değildi, hiçbir zaman mutlu olmamıştı. Hayatın bu yetersizliği, dayandığı şeylerin hemen bozulup çürümesi nereden geliyordu?.. Ama, b...
I refuse to consider Art a drain-pipe for passion, a kind of chamberpot, a slightly more elegant substitute for gossip and confidences. No, no! Genuine poetry is not the scum of the heart.
He had the vanity to believe men did not like him – while men simply did not know him.
For two nights Félicité never left the dead girl. She said the same prayers over and over again, sprinkled holy water on the sheets, then sat down again to watch. At the end of her first vigil, she no...