Breathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTI love the night passionately. I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness.
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The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.
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Love always has its price, come whence it may.
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In the East men know panic, but they do not know what fright is.
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We are accustomed to use our eyes only with the memory of what other people before us have thought about the object we are looking at.
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History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.
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Travel, like dreams, is a door that opens from the real world into a world that is yet to be discovered.
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One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
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The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
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Every government has as much of a duty to avoid war as a ship’s captain has to avoid a shipwreck.
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The only certainty is death.
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Great minds that are healthy are never considered geniuses, while this sublime qualification is lavished on brains that are often inferior but are slightly touched by madness.
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The secret is not to betray your ignorance. Just maneuver, avoid the quicksands and obstacles, and the rest can be found in a dictionary.
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There is only one good thing in life, and that is love.
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The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.
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Those men, those of former times, had soul and eyes that in no way resemble ours, and in their veins, along with their blood, flowed something that has disappeared: love and admiration for the Beautiful.
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