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Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It’s the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.

Guy de Maupassant

Broad daylight does not encourage the apprehension of horror.
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Encouragement Horror
You’ve never lived until you’ve almost died. For those who have fought for it, life has a flavor the protected shall never know.
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Death Fight Known Life Live Protection
We live always under the weight of the old and odious customs… of our barbarous ancestors.
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Ancestor Custom Live Ourselves Weight
I 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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Body Breathe Love Myself Night Passionate Patience
Champagne- the wine of kings, the king of wines.
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Alcohol King Wine
The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
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Attraction Death Future Past Present
Of all the passions, the only one that seems respectable to me is the passion for food
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Food Myself Passion Respect
Whatever you want to say, there is only one word to express it, only one verb to give it movement, only one adjective to qualify it.
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Adjective Expression Movement Oneself Word
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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Discover Dreams Reality Travel
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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Eyes Memories Object Ourselves People
I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
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Leaving Literature Myself
Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.
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Black Face Feeling Poet Soul Writing
…A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.
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Algebra Art Dreams Music Poet Strange
You’ll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.
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Death Fact Live
Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies.
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Anguish Desire Enemy Man
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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Age Immortal Kiss Lips Man Offering Travel
Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It’s the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.
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Art Boredom Conversation Fascinate Interest
I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.
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Happiness Let Go Myself
The only certainty is death.
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Certain Death
One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
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Death Illusion Time
The English have only three sauces – a white one, a brown one and a yellow one, and none of them have any flavor whatever.
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English Flavor Food
Love always has its price, come whence it may.
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Love Price Time
Breathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die.
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Breathe Death Drink Live Oneself Sleep
It is better to be unhappy in love than unhappy in marriage, but some people manage to be both.
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Better Happiness Management Marriage
There is only one good thing in life, and that is love. And how you misunderstand it! how you spoil it! You treat it as something solemn like a sacrament, or something to be bought, like a dress.
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Goodness Life Love Misunderstand Treat Yourself
To lie about a far country is easy.
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Country Easy Lying
Love is always love, come whence it may. A heart that beats at your approach, an eye that weeps when you go away are things so rare, so sweet, so precious that they must never be despised.
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Approach Artist Eyes Greatness Heart Love Precious Rare

Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It’s the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.

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