She wanted to die, but she also wanted to live in Paris.
Not a lawyer but carries within him the debris of a poet.
Hadden zij elkaar niets anders te zeggen? Hun blikken spraken toch een veel ernstiger taal; en terwijl zij zochten naar alledaagse zinsneden, voelden beiden hoe eenzelfde verlangen zich van hen meeste...
Esta prohibición de verla era para él como un derecho a amarla.
Alas! It seems to me that when one is as good as this at dissecting children who are to born, one can’t stiffen up enough to create them.
When will someone write from the point of view of a joke, that is to say theway God sees events from above?
To be simple is no small matter.
The smooth folds of her dress concealed a tumultuous heart, and her modest lips told nothing of her torment. She was in love.
The sight of so many ruins destroys any desire to build shanties; all this ancient dust makes one indifferent to fame.
The head-master made a
Je ne suis pas plus moderne qu'ancien, pas plus Français que Chinois, et l'idée de la patrie c'est-à-dire l'obligation où l'on est de vivre sur un coin de terre marqué en rouge ou en bleu sur la carte...
It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.
Indeed, for the last three years, he had carefully avoided her, as a result of the natural cowardice so characteristic of the stronger sex...
Il voulait qu'elle se donnât, et non la prendre.
If there is on earth, and among all these things of nothing, a belief worthy of adoration, if there is anything holy, pure and sublime, anything answering that immoderate desire for the infinite and t...
I tried to discover, in the rumor of forests and waves, words that other men could not hear, and I pricked up my ears to listen to the revelation of their harmony.
Er waren bepaalde streken op aarde, meende zij, waar het geluk tot bloei komt, als een plant die speciaal aan díé bodem is gehecht en nergens anders goed gedijt.
But vilifying those we love always detaches us from them a little. We should not touch our idols: their gilding will remain on our hands.
...and the country is like a great unfolded mantle with a green velvet cape bordered with a fringe of silver.
There is not a particle of life which does not bear poetry within it