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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.

Guy de Maupassant

We breathe love as we breathe air; we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.
GUY DE MAUPASSANT

Anand Thakur
I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
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Leaving Literature Myself
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
The English have only three sauces – a white one, a brown one and a yellow one, and none of them have any flavor whatever.
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English Flavor Food
History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.
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Excitement History Lady Old
I have coveted everything and taken pleasure in nothing.
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Happiness Let Go Myself
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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Body Breathe Love Myself Night Passionate Patience
The bed comprehends our whole life, for we were born in it, we live in it, and we shall die in it
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Bed Born Death Life
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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Admire Beautiful Blood Eyes Love Man Soul Time
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
Everything is false, everything is possible, everything is doubtful.
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Doubt Fake Possible
…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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Algebra Art Dreams Music Poet Strange
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
Great 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.
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Genius Greatness Health Inferior Madness Touch
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
Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.
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Patriotic Religion War

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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