The Devil in the Flesh
Ce mot d'amour était sublime d'enfantillage. Et, quelles que soient les passions que j'éprouve dans la suite, jamais ne sera plus possible l'émotion adorable de voir une fille de dix-neuf ans pleurer parce qu'elle se trouve trop vieille.
Cuno?team prea bine comoara vorbelor pe care nu le spui niciodat? celor pe care îi iube?ti, de teama de a nu p?rea copil?ros, pentru a nu m? teme, în ceea ce o prive?te pe Marta, de aceast? pudoare dezolant?, a?a c? sufeream c? nu-i pot p?trunde sufletul.
Een slordig man die spoedig sterven zal maar daar geen vermoeden van heeft, begint plotseling orde op zaken te stellen. Zijn leven verandert. Hij rangschikt zijn papieren. Hij staat vroeg op, hij gaat tijdig naar bed. Met zijn zondig leven is het afgelopen. Zijn omgeving is er gelukkig om. En zo schijnt zijn wrede dood des te onrechtvaardiger.
Facing death calmly is praiseworthy only if one faces it alone. Death together is no longer death, even for unbelievers. The source of sorrows lies not in leaving life, but in leaving that which gives it meaning. When love is our whole life, what difference is there between living together and dying together ?
Happiness thinks only of itself.
I loved it when my heart beat quickly and erratically. Yet I found this performance, which was deeply poetic, more enjoyable.
In her unworldly voice she thanked them for finally understanding her. She reminded me of a female pirate captain alone on the deck of her sinking ship.
Instinct is our guide; a guide that leads to ruin.
Instinct is ourguide; a guide which leads to our fall.
Is the selfishness of children really so different from our own? During the summer in the country we curse the rain, while the farmers are crying out for it.
It was then I realized that no one can escape his age, and that my dangerous contempt had melted like ice the moment someone was kind enough to show they cared about me, and in a way that suited me.
Might becomes apparent only through injustice.
The source of sorrows lies not in leaving life, but in leaving that which gives it meaning.
True premonitions grow in depths where our thoughts never go. And sometimes they make us do things whose meaning we totally misunderstand.
What distresses us is not loosing life, but losing what gives it meaning.
We derive our greatest pleasures not from novelty but from familiarity.