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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.

Guy de Maupassant

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
To lie about a far country is easy.
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Country Easy Lying
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
Love always has its price, come whence it may.
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Love Price Time
To avoid each other, their eyes had developed an amazing mobility with all the cunning of enemies fearful of meeting each other head on.
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Avoid Development Each Other Eyes
Broad daylight does not encourage the apprehension of horror.
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Encouragement Horror
Abstinence is the worst form of perversion.
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Anand Thakur
The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
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Attraction Death Future Past Present
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
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
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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Difficult Genius Simplicity Woman Wonderful
One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
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Death Illusion Time
The only certainty is death.
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Certain Death
I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
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Leaving Literature Myself
Legitimized love always despises its easygoing brother.
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Brother Love
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

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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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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