Clouds symbolize the veils that shroud God.
There's nothing so fearsome as the revolt of a sheep, said de Marsay.
Quand les enfants commencent à voir, ils sourient; quand une jeune fille entrevoit le sentiment dans la nature, elle sourit comme elle souriait enfant. Si la lumière est le premier amour de la vie, l'...
Man cannot spend all his time doing evil, and even in the company of pirates there must be some sweet moments on their sinister ship when you feel as if you were aboard a pleasure yacht.
For avarice begins where poverty ends.
A man like you is a god, not just a machine covered with skin, but a theater where fine feelings sprout and grow-and feelings are all that matters, as far as I'm concerned. Is a feeling anything but a...
But reason always cuts a poor figure beside sentiment the one being essentially restricted, like everything that is positive, while the other is infinite.
A mother who is really a mother is never free.
A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
A mother's happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
В самом деле, не ошибается ли тот, кто воображает, что чувства умирают и рождаются вновь? Возникнув, они живут вечно в глубине нашего сердца. Они дремлют и пробуждаются по воле случая; но навсегда ост...
All happiness depends on courage and work. I have had many periods of wretchedness but with energy and above all with illusions I pulled through them all.
Modesty is the conscience of the body.
Hope is a light diet but very stimulating.
When women love us, they forgive us everything, even our crimes when they do not love us, they give us credit for nothing, not even our virtues.
All humanity is passion without passion, religion, history, novels, art would be ineffectual.
We flew back home like swallows. 'Is it happiness that makes us so light?' Agathe asked.
Though the human heart may have to pause for rest when climbing the heights of affection it rarely stops on the slippery slope of hatred.
Perhaps it is only human nature to inflict suffering on anything that will endure suffering, whether by reason of its genuine humility, or indifference, or sheer helplessness.
The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.