Author of quotes: Alfred de Musset

I said to my heart, to my faint heart:
Isn't it enough to love your mistress?
And don't you see that constantly changing,
Is it losing the time of happiness in desires?
He replied: It is not enough,
It is not enough to love one's mistress;
And don't you see that constantly changing
Makes us sweet and dear past pleasures?

Слабому сердцу посмел я сказать:
Будет, ах, будет любви предаваться!
Разве не видишь, что вечно меняться -
Значит в желаньях блаженство терять?
Сердце мне, сердце шепнуло в ответ:
Нет, не довольно любви предаваться!
Слаще тому, кто умеет меняться,
Радости прошлые - то, чего нет!

Society that cause so much evil, like those Indian snake that lives under the leaves of a plant which cures its sting; the public almost always gives the remedy for the suffering that it causes.

Yes, women, there is no error,
Given the fatal power;
Rather you one smile,
To rise or fall.
Words, silence, breath, casual,
Mocking Il boring view -
And at the heart of a loving secretly
Penetrate the deadly poison.
Yes, your pride is insatiable;
You have the soul of the weak, the meek,
And as your power is huge,
As faithful your short.

Like the petals of a spring flower
In the wilderness of the forest mysteriously shady,
To tremble at the first caress of breeze
Smile mysteriously sweet...
And on your cachaca stem,
In the sky carrying the fragrance...
And I repeat happily the ground
Love and happiness hot desires...

You remember me when the dawn, in flames,
Lush wife on the bed-waiting for the sun;
When, under the silver haze, dreaming,
Pensive night on earth will come down.
When your breast is born of happiness, awe,
When you dream, sweet dream,
Or in the dark forest depths
They hear someone shy babble:
Oh, remember me!
You remember me when by the will of fate,
We will be destined to part forever;
When sorrow, exile and years
At the heart of the poor will fall severely.
Let them remember you love miserable flour.
It's time for the one who loves! That separation!
As long as I live, anytime, anywhere
Don't stop thinking about you:
Oh, remember me!

What are we to titles, to forms, to the dogma of the faith? All that is good, is sacred to us. How dare we touch God?

The unknown is the most painful of all torture.

If you tell a woman that she has the most beautiful eyes in the world, it will note you that she also has very pretty feet.

In life there are Hobbies that excite the brain and the senses, the mind and heart. But there is such a love, that don't care - it penetrates deep into a man and dies only with the being, which had taken root...

Innocent soul-like vessel
Immeasurable depth; sludge Tina
Hit him first, then after even flow
Clear as crystal, jet it will flow; -
The vessel, like an ocean, vast and deep,
And dirt on the bottom remains forever.

The throb of the blood in the arteries - a strange clock ticking we hear only night.

To be with people you love, says La Bruyere, is all we need. To dream, to talk to them, be silent near them, think about them, think about things more indifferent, but in their presence, ' what does it matter, what to do, just to be with them.

I do not like and do not respect the sadness, though people just conspired to make her a special honor. They clothe in her wisdom, virtue, conscience. Stupid and bad decoration.

Some life events are similar to those powerful currents, which are found in the depths of the sea. Fate, coincidence, Providence - does it matter what to call them?