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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Anand Thakur
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.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTOne sometimes weeps over one’s illusions with as much bitterness as over a death.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTTo lie about a far country is easy.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTBreathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die.
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 MAUPASSANTChampagne- the wine of kings, the king of wines.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTWe 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.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTThere 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.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTYou must render: never report.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTOur memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.
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.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTThe past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTSince 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.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTIt is better to be unhappy in love than unhappy in marriage, but some people manage to be both.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTTravel, like dreams, is a door that opens from the real world into a world that is yet to be discovered.
GUY DE MAUPASSANT…A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.
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