But the disparaging of those we love always alienates us from them to some extent. We must not touch our idols; the gilt sticks to our fingers.
Birkaç yıldız kaydı birden, dev bir füzenin parabolüne benzer bir şeyler çizdi.
Besides, nothing was worth the trouble of seeking it; everything was a lie. Every smile hid a yawn of boredom, every joy a curse, all pleasure satiety, and the sweetest kisses left upon your lips only...
Beautiful things spoil nothing.
Atlarını çift sürmeye gönderecek yerde üzerlerine bindiğinden ,Elma şarabın satacak yerde kendini içtiğinden, Kümesinin en besili hayvanlarını yediğinden, Av çizmelerini domuzlarının içyağıyla yağladı...
And on the endless dusty ribbon of the highway, on sunken roads vaulted over by branches, on paths between stands of grain that rose to his knees, the sun on his shoulders and the morning air in his n...
And indeed, what is better than to sit by one's fireside in the evening with a book, while the wind beats against the window and the lamp is burning? What, indeed? she said, fixing her large black eye...
Ah! again! said Rodolphe. Always ‘duty.’ I am sick of the word. They are a lot of old blockheads in flannel vests and of old women with footwarmers and rosaries who constantly drone into our ears ‘Dut...
Ach, het is maar weinig, de dood!' dacht zij; 'ik ga wat slapen, en dan is alles uit!'Zij dronk een slok water en keerde zich naar de muur.Die afschuwelijke inktsmaak hield maar aan.'Ik heb dorst!......
Sadness is a vice.
Streamers.
N’aimait la mer qu’à cause de ses tempêtes, et
What could be better than to sit besides the fire with a book and a glowing lamp while the wind beats outside the windows...
This man, who was so experienced in love, couldn't distinguish the dissimilarity in the emotions, behind the similarity of the expressions.
Speech is a rolling machine that always stretches the feelings it expresses.
She remembered the summer evenings all full of sunshine. The colts neighed when any one passed by, and galloped, galloped. Under her window there was a beehive, and sometimes the bees wheeling round i...
She only wished to lean on something more solid than love.
Het is vreemd met hoe weinig vertrouwen in geluk ik geboren ben. Heel jong al voorvoelde ik precies wat het leven zou worden. Het was als een weerzinwekkende etensgeur, die uit een keldergat ontsnapte...
Fabricando fit faber, age quod agis.
Era uno de esos sentimientos puros que en nada obstaculizan el disfrute de la existencia, que se fomentan porque son raros y cuya pérdida resultaría más triste que gozosa fuera su posesión.