People can have many different kinds of pleasure. The real one is that for which they will forsake the others.
I have built, deep in my heart, a chapel filled with you.
For in this world of ours where everything withers, everything perishes, there is a thing that decays, that crumbles into dust even more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself, than b...
The fault I find with our journalism is that it forces us to take an interest in some fresh triviality or other every day, whereas only three or four books in a lifetime give us anything that is of re...
There is no man...however wise, who has not at some period in his youth said things, or lived a life, the memory of which is so unpleasant to him that he would gladly expunge it. And yet he ought not...
The thirst for something other than what we have…to bring something new, even if it is worse, some emotion, some sorrow; when our sensibility, which happiness has silenced like an idle harp, wants to...
I was not unhappy, except one day at a time.
We do not succeed in changing things according to our desire but gradually our desire changes.
Whether it is because the faith which creates has ceased to exist in me, or because reality takes shape in the memory alone, the flowers that people show me nowadays for the first time never seem to m...
She poured out Swann's tea, inquired Lemon or cream? and, on his answering Cream, please, said to him with a laugh: A cloud! And as he pronounced it excellent, You see, I know just how you like it. Th...
Poets claim that we recapture for a moment the self that we were long ago when we enter some house or garden in which we used to live in our youth. But these are most hazardous pilgrimages, which end...
Now are the woods all black,But still the sky is blue.
I think that life would suddenly seem wonderful to us if we were threatened to die as you say. Just think of how many projects, travels, love affairs, studies, it–our life–hides from us, made invisibl...
Fall in love with a dog's bum,And thou'll think it pretty as a plum.
Always try to keep a patch of sky above your life.
As long as men are free to ask what they must, free to say what they think, free to think what they will, freedom can never be lost and science can never regress.
کات!گۆڕانکاری بەسەر مرۆڤەکاندا دێنێت.بەڵام سیمایەک کە لەوانمان هەیەوەک خۆی ڕادەگرێ..
We passionately long that there may be another life in which we shall be similar to what we are here below. But we do not pause to reflect that, even without waiting for that other life, in this life,...
On no days of our childhood did we live so fully perhaps as those we thought we had left behind without living them, those that we spent with a favourite book.
It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.