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.
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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A sick thought can devour the body’s flesh more than fever or consumption.
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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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Broad daylight does not encourage the apprehension of horror.
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In the East men know panic, but they do not know what fright is.
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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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One sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
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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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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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The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
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History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.
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Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies.
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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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There is only one good thing in life, and that is love.
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The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.
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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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