How oft the warmth of the sun aboveMakes a pretty young girl dream of love.
Camaraderia lor era o piedică pentru manifestarea oricărei emoții serioase./... leur camaraderie faisait obstacle à l’épanchement de toute émotion sérieuse. (©BeQ)
Never touch your idols: the gilding will stick to your fingers.
Rodolphe ouvira tantas vezes dizer tais coisas que elas nada mais tinham de original para ele. Emma assemelhava-se a todas as suas amantes; e o encanto da novidade, caindo pouco a pouco como uma veste...
Are you not tired as I am of waking up every morning and seeing the sun all over again? Tired of living the same life, suffering the same sorrow? Tired of desiring, and tired of being sated? Tired of...
My foregrounds are imaginary, my backgrounds real.
Ils en conclurent que la syntaxe est une fantaisie et la grammaire une illusion.
But vilifying those we love always alienates us from them to a certain extent. Idols should not be touched: the gilding comes off on the hands.
Then he remembered his wedding, the old times, the first pregnancy of his wife; he, too, had been very happy the day when he had taken her from her father to his home, and had carried her off on a pil...
When she had thus for a while struck the flint on her heart without getting a spark, incapable, moreover, of understanding what she did not experience as of believing anything that did not present its...
As humanity perfects itself, man becomes degraded. When everything is reduced to the mere counter-balancing of economic interests, what room will there be for virtue? When Nature has been so subjugate...
Motionless we traverse countries we fancy we see, and your thought, blending with the fiction, playing with the details, follows the outline of the adventures. It mingles with the characters, and it s...
Maar zij werd verteerd door verlangen, door woede en wrok.
De todas las borrascas que caen sobre el amor, ninguna lo enfría y lo desarraiga tanto como las peticiones de dinero.
She now felt an incessant and universal numbness.
It is true that I am endowed with an absurd sensitiveness, what scratches others tears me to pieces.
The denigration of those we love always detaches us from them in some degree. Never touch your idols: the gilding will stick to your fingers.
On the hill there was a poor old tramp wandering about with his stick, in among the carriages. A mass of rags covered his shoulders, and a squashed beaver-hat, bent down into the shape of a bowl, conc...
I can't admit of an old boy of a God who takes walks in his garden with a cane in his hand, who lodges his friends in the belly of whales, dies uttering a cry, and rises again at the end of three days...
Read in order to live.