Da bambino amavo ciò che si vede, da adolescente quello che si sente: da uomo, non amo più nulla.E tuttavia quante cose ho nell'animo, quanta intima forza e quanti oceani di collera e d'amore si urtan...
Ciomăgiți-l pe săracul care rîvnește la pătura de pe spinarea măgarului, la mîncarea cîinelui, la cuibul păsării, și care e foarte mîhnit că alții nu sînt la fel de nenorociți ca el.(Circoncelionii)
But her life was as cold as an attic facing north; and boredom, like a silent spider, was weaving its web in the shadows, in every corner of her heart.
But for the man who watches the leaves trembling in the wind’s breath, the rivers meandering through the meadows, life twisting and turning and swirling through things, men living, doing good and evil...
Besides, she had just reached the autumnal period of womanhood, in which reflection is combined with tenderness, in which the beginning of maturity colours the face with a more intense flame, when str...
Arribà a persuadir-se fàcilment que la passió de Charles no tenia res d'exorbitant. Les seves expansions havien esdevingut regulars;la besava a hores fixes.
Antes de casarse, Emma se había creído enamorada; pero como la felicidad que hubiera debido resultar de aquel amor no había llegado, pensó que necesariamente debía de haberse equivocado. Y trataba de...
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? One thinks of nothing, the hours slip by. Motionle...
.../ Frédéric s’était attendu à des spasmes de joie ; mais , et, ne retrouvant plus Mme Arnoux dans le milieu où il l’avait connue, elle lui semblait avoir perdu quelque chose, porter confusément comm...
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Order to find them at the bottom of the box, Rodolphe disturbed all the others, and mechanically began rummaging amidst this mass of papers and things, finding pell-mell bouquets, garters, a black mas...
For her, life was as cold as an attic with a window looking to the north, and ennui, like a spider, was silently spinning its shadowy web in every cranny of her heart.
Exaggerated speeches hiding mediocre affections must be discounted; as if the fullness of the soul did not sometimes overflow in the emptiest metaphors, since no one can ever give the precise measure...
As though the soul’s abundance does not sometimes spill over in the most decrepit metaphors, since no one can ever give the exact measure of their needs, their ideas, their afflictions, and since huma...
Un uomo, se non altro, è libero; può percorrere passioni e paesi, attraversare gli ostacoli, afferrare le gioie più remote. Ma per una donna ci sono ostacoli di ogni tipo. Inerte e flessibile insieme,...
The mind travels more freely on this limitless expanse, the contemplation of which elevates the soul, gives ideas of the infinite, the idea?
The hours go by without my knowing it. Sitting there I'm wandering in countries I can see every detail of--I'm playing a role in the story I'm reading. I actually feel I'm the characters--I live and b...
She thought, sometimes, that, after all, this was the happiest time of her life—the honeymoon, as people called it. To taste the full sweetness of it, it would have been necessary doubtless to fly to...
She devoutly put away in her drawers her beautiful dress, down to the satin shoes whose soles were yellowed with the slippery wax of the dancing floor. Her heart was like these. In its friction agains...
One day, you find it,' repeated Rodolphe, 'one day, quite suddenly, when you've given up hope. Then new horizons stretch before you, and it's like a voice that cries: Here it is! You long to tell this...