At the end of life death is a departure; but at life's beginning a departure is death.
At that moment of love, a moment when passion is absolutely silent under omnipotence of ecstasy, Marius, pure seraphic Marius, would have been more capable of visiting a woman of the streets than of r...
At another time, on receiving a notification of the decease of a gentleman of the country-side, wherein not only the dignities of the dead man, but also the feudal and noble qualifications of all his...
And these things took place, and the kings resumed their thrones, and the master of Europe was put in a cage, and the old régime became the new régime, and all the shadows and all the light of the ear...
And there's a woman dressed in white, who's nice to hear, and soft to touch, and she whispers, 'Colette, I love you very much' I have a place where no one is ost, and where no one cries, because cryin...
Ah ! Acaba güneş batmadan öleceğim doğru mu? Gerçekten mi? Bu ben miyim? Dışarıdan kulağıma gelen bu çığlıklar, rıhtımda koşuşan şu sevinçli insan kalabalığı, kışlalarında hazırlanan şu jandarmalar, ş...
A person who is seated instead of standing erect — destinies hang upon such a thing as that.
A frightful exchange of metaphors took place between the maskers and the crowd.
The cold and bitter scorn of the passers-by penetrated her very flesh and soul like a north wind.
In better company, they found among all those hideous carcasses two skeletons, one of which held the other in its embrace. One of these skeletons, which was that of a woman, still had a few strips of...
It all seemed to him to have disappeared as if behind a curtain at a theater. There are such curtains that drop in life. God is moving on to the next act.
لا تبصرون الخطر, ولاترون ما حولكم ... ان الجهل منتشر, وهناك بصيص لايبرح يقوي, وسيصبح شعلة ساطعة, بل نارا محرقة .. انه وهج مستمد من الشمس .. ولا يسعكم ان تطفئوا الوهج متي اضطرم وتأجج .. انها الشمس .. و...
اول از همه برایت آرزومندم که عاشق شوی، و اگر هستی، کسی هم به تو عشق بورزد، و اگر اینگونه نیست، تنهائیت کوتاه باشد، و پس از تنهائیت، نفرت از کسی نیابی . آرزومندم که اینگونه پیش نیاید، اما اگر پیش آمد،...
What can man do in hell, they sang; for song lingers where there is no longer any hope.
To be hated! to love with all the fury of one's soul; to feel that one would give for the least of her smiles, one's blood, one's vitals, one's fame, one's salvation, one's immortality and eternity,
The fate of Europe would have been different. A few drops of water, more or less, decided the downfall of Napoleon. All that Providence required in order to make Waterloo the end of Austerlitz was a l...
Her nose was not handsome— it was pretty; neither straight nor curved, neither Italian nor Greek; it was the Parisian nose, that is to say, spiritual, delicate, irregular, pure,—which drives painters...
He never was known to have a sweetheart; he had not time to be in love.
For that great and singular movement of a heart which begins to love is a very obscure and a very sweet thing. Poor old man, with a perfectly new heart!
Composed of all the innocence of the present, and of all the passion of the future.