Breathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die.
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Anand Thakur
Breathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die.
GUY DE MAUPASSANT…A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTLove always has its price, come whence it may.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTEverything is false, everything is possible, everything is doubtful.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTMilitary men are the scourges of the world.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTGreat 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.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTThe bed comprehends our whole life, for we were born in it, we live in it, and we shall die in it
GUY DE MAUPASSANTAbstinence is the worst form of perversion.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTSolitude is indeed dangerous for a working intelligence. We need to have around us people who think and speak. When we are alone for a long time we people the void with phantoms
GUY DE MAUPASSANTTo avoid each other, their eyes had developed an amazing mobility with all the cunning of enemies fearful of meeting each other head on.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTThe great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTYou must render: never report.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTI said, ‘If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn’t we meet them a long time ago?
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.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTThe English have only three sauces – a white one, a brown one and a yellow one, and none of them have any flavor whatever.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTConversation. 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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