Szerelmes volt Léonba, s csak azért kereste a magányt, hogy kedvére gyönyörködhessen szerelmese képében. Léon személyes megjelenése zavarta ezt a kéjes ábrándozást.
Spiritul acesta, pozitiv în mijlocul exaltărilor sale, care iubise biserica pentru florile ei, muzica pentru cuvintele romanţelor, literatura pentru aţâţările ei pasionale, se răzvrătea în faţa mister...
Speech is a rolling mill which always stretches out the feelings that go into it.
Sometimes, too, she told him of what she had read, such as a passage in a novel, of a new play, or an anecdote of the upper ten that she had seen in a feuilleton; for, after all, Charles was something...
So long as there is gold underneath, who cares about the dust on top? Literature! That old whore! We must try to dose her with mercury and pills and clean her out from top to bottom, she has been so u...
So he gave up his flute, exalted sentiments, and poetry; for every bourgeois in the flush of his youth, were it but for a day, a moment, has believed himself capable of immense passions, of lofty ente...
She constantly complained of her nerves, her chest, her liver. The noise of footsteps made her ill; when people left her, solitude became odious to her; if they came back, it was doubtless to see her...
Se asombraba algunas veces de las atroces conjeturas que se le pasaban por la cabeza; y tenía que seguir sonriendo, oír cómo le repetían lo feliz que era, fingir serlo, hacerlo creer.
Quels étaient son nom, sa demeure, sa vie, son passé ? Il souhaitait connaître les meubles de sa chambre, toutes les robes qu'elle avait portées, les gens qu'elle fréquentait ; et le désir de la posse...
Quelle bassesse que de penser toujours au prolongement de son existence! La vie n'est bonne qu'à la condition d'en jouir. (ch. III)
Pleasures, like schoolboys in a school courtyard, had so trampled upon his heart that no green thing grew there, and that which passed through it, more heedless than children, did not even, like them,...
One ought to know everything, to write. All of us scribblers are monstrously ignorant. If only we weren’t lacking in stamina, what a rich field of ideas and similes we could tap! Books that have been...
One event sometimes had infinite ramifications and could change the whole settings of a person's life.
Ona öyle geliyordu ki, tıpkı filan yerde yetişip falan yerde yetişmeyen bitkiler gibi, mutluluk denen bitkiyi de ancak dünyanın belirli bazı yerleri yetiştirebilirdi.
On the grave among the pine trees, a boy knelt weeping, his chest, racked by sobs, heaving in the darkness, oppressed by an immense grief gentler than the moon and more unfathomable than the night.
On peut juger de la bonté d'un livre à la vigueur des coups de poing qu'il vous a donnés et à la longueur de temps qu'on est ensuite à en revenir.
Od svega ovoga što sledi niko ništa nije znao, i oni koji su me svakog dana viđali nisu znali ništa više od drugih; bili su, u odnosu na mene, kao postelja u kojoj spavam i koja ne zna moje snove. A u...
Não tinham mais nada para dizer? Seus olhos, no entanto, estavam repletos de uma conversa mais séria; e, enquanto esforçavam-se para encontrar frases banais, ambos sentiam um mesmo langor invadir-lhes...
No era feliz, no lo había sido nunca. ¿De dónde venía, pues, aquella insuficiencia, de la vida, aquella instantánea podredumbre de las cosas en que se apoyaba?[...]. Cada sonrisa disimulaba un bostezo...
La parole humaine est comme un chaudron fêlé où nous battons des mélodies à faire danser les ours, quand on voudrait attendrir les étoiles.