At last she sighed.But the most wretched thing — is it not? — is to drag out, as I do, a useless existence. If our pains were only of some use to someone, we should find consolation in the thought of...
As there was no rational foundation for Frederick’s complaints, and as he could not give evidence of any real misfortune, Martinon was unable to understand his lamentations about existence. As for him...
And he beholds the moon; like a rounded fragment of ice filled with motionless light.
Alors, sûr d'être aimé, il ne se gêna pas pas, et insensiblement ses façons changèrent.Il n'avait plus, comme autrefois, de ces mots si doux qui la faisaient pleurer, ni de ces véhémentes careses qui...
All that has to do with life is repugnant to me; everything that draws me to it horrifies me. I should like never to have been born, or to die. I have within me, deep within me, a distaste which keeps...
Accustomed to the tranquil side of nature, she sought the dramatic in its stead. She loved the sea only for its storms, and the green grass only when it grew in patches among ruins.
You don't know what it is to stay a whole day with your head in your hands trying to squeeze your unfortunate brain so as to find a word.
I am alone on this road strewn with bones and bordered by ruins! Angels have their brothers, and demons have their infernal companions. Yet I have but the sound of my scythe when it harvests, my whist...
لكم تمنت ان تفضي لأحد بهذه الخواطر جميعاً و لكن، كيف السبيل إلى الافصاح عن ذلك الصيق الذي يتعذر التعبير عنه و الذي تتبدل صوره كالسحاب ، و يعصف بنفسها كالرياح!
Two men appeared. One came from the Bastille, the other from the Jardin des Plantes. The taller of the two, in a linen costume, walked with his hat pushed back, waistcoat undone and cravat in han...
Rien n'est humiliant comme de voir les sots réussir dans les entreprises où l'on échoue.
You must - do you hear me, young man? - you must work more than you are doing!
Sorrow rushed into her soul, moaning softly like the winter wind in abandoned manor houses.
N’aimait la mer qu’à cause de ses tempêtes, et la verdure seulement lorsqu’elle était clairsemée parmi les ruines. Il fallait qu’elle pût retirer des choses une sorte de profit personnel ; et elle rej...
Human speech is like a cracked tin kettle, on which we hammer out tunes to make bears dance when we long to move the stars.
Encontrava-se numa dessas crises em que a alma inteira mostra indistintamente o que encerra como o oceano que, nas tempestades, entreabre-se das algas das praia até a areia dos abismos.
[...] e essa ideia de ter um filho homem era como a revanche de todas as suas impotências passadas. Um homem ao menos é livre; pode percorrer as paixões e os países, atravessar os obstáculos, ir atrás...
When you are some-'one', why would you wish to be some-'thing'?
What! said he. Do you not know that there are souls constantly tormented? They need by turns to dream and to act, the purest passions and the most turbulent joys, and thus they fling themselves into a...
We must not touch our idols; the gilt sticks to our fingers. They