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.
GUY DE MAUPASSANTWe 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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Breathing, sleeping, drinking, eating, working, dreaming, everything we do is dying. to live, in fact, is to die.
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You’ll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.
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Military men are the scourges of the world.
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…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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History, that excitable and unreliable old lady.
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To lie about a far country is easy.
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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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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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I said, ‘If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn’t we meet them a long time ago?
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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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We live always under the weight of the old and odious customs… of our barbarous ancestors.
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Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies.
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Travel, like dreams, is a door that opens from the real world into a world that is yet to be discovered.
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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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Patriotism is a kind of religion; it is the egg from which wars are hatched.
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