It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTWe live always under the weight of the old and odious customs… of our barbarous ancestors.
More Guy de Maupassant Quotes
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The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
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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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Broad daylight does not encourage the apprehension of horror.
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We breathe love as we breathe air; we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.
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Champagne- the wine of kings, the king of wines.
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The simplest of women are wonderful liars who can extricate themselves from the most difficult dilemmas with a skill bordering on genius.
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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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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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I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
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Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.
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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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A sick thought can devour the body’s flesh more than fever or consumption.
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Abstinence is the worst form of perversion.
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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.
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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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