Why not make an end of it all? My life is a succession of griefs and bitter feelings. What is death? A very small matter, when all is said; only a fool would be concerned about it.
STENDHALTrue love makes the thought of death frequent, easy, without terrors; it merely becomes the standard of comparison, the price one would pay for many things.
More Stendhal Quotes
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There is no such thing as “natural law”: this expression is nothing but old nonsense… Prior to laws, what is natural is only the strength of the lion, or the need of the creature suffering from hunger or cold, in short, need.
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Almost all our misfortunes in life come from the wrong notions we have about the things that happen to us.
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The more a race is governed by its passions, the less it has acquired the habit of cautious and reasoned argument, the more intense will be its love of music.
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Friendship has its illusions no less than love.
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Women prefer emotions to reasoning.
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Never had he found himself so close to those terrible weapons of feminine artillery.
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Love is a well from which we can drink only as much as we have put in, and the stars that shine from it are only our eyes looking in.
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The French are the wittiest, the most charming, and up to the present, at all events, the least musical race on Earth.
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A man who is half an idiot, but who keeps a sharp lookout and acts prudently all his life, often enjoys the pleasure of triumphing over men of more imagination than he.
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The boredom of married life inevitable destroys love, when love has preceded marriage.
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I see but one rule: to be clear.
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To find love in Paris you must go down among those classes where the absence of education and of vanity, and the struggle for bare necessities, have allowed more energy to survive.
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Signs cannot be represented, in a spy’s report, so damningly as words.
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The more one pleases everybody, the less one pleases profoundly.
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The ordinary procedure of the nineteenth century is that when a powerful and noble personage encounters a man of feeling, he kills, exiles, imprisons or so humiliates him that the other, like a fool, dies of grief.
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