Book: Teleni

The sun has set for me. The world is under night. I felt like a soul that dies in the darkness between hell and Paradise, and, trembling, wondering what the morning gave rise to this mist?

Taking too careful precautions, we sometimes give ourselves.

I had the feeling that the pores of my skin became tiny lips, stretched out to kiss him.

For a moment I hesitated, whether to go to him and not to lend me your hands. Alas! How often do we give hot heart impulses? Perhaps instead, we do not follow the advice of the prudent, clouded by the notion of debt, cold mind?

The pleasure was so piercing that bordered on pain.

The strength of our love to friends is often measured by how much we did for them.

Death I was not needed.

Our noble society turns a blind eye to a peccadillo, and the first shudders of horror to learn of the second.

Nothing makes people more superstitious than Vice...
- Or ignorance.
- Oh! It is the superstition of another sort.

I hated myself, and his madness.

The idea was absurd. How could I suspect of infidelity the person you love?

Don't you know that we always do what should not be done, and do what you need.

The harder I tried not to think about it, the more I thought. Have you ever happened to hear snatches of half-forgotten melodies, constantly sounding in your head? Go anywhere, listen to what you want, but this tune will relentlessly torment you. You already can't remember it entirely, or to get rid of it. If you go to bed, she won't let you sleep; you sleep and I hear her in my sleep; you Wake up and the first thing I hear is this tune?

Absolute happiness can not last long.