The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTIt is better to be unhappy in love than unhappy in marriage, but some people manage to be both.
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Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.
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Abstinence is the worst form of perversion.
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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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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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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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Of all the passions, the only one that seems respectable to me is the passion for food
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It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living.
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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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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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Since governments take the right of death over their people, it is not astonishing if the people should sometimes take the right of death over governments.
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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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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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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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I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
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I said, ‘If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn’t we meet them a long time ago?
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