Author of quotes: Françoise Sagan. Page 2

Know, 'I said,' I'm young, healthy and mindless creature, funny and stupid.

He held my hands, hugged her, my head lay on his shoulder. At that moment I loved him. He was a Golden, sweet and tender, like myself, and he I was protected. When his lips found mine, I as and he trembled from the pleasure the kiss was no remorse, no shame, was only greedy, broken whisper recognition. Then I escaped and swam to the boat, which was drifting with the current. I plunged my face into the water to recover, cool off... the Water was green. I was filled with a sense of carefree, cloudless happiness.

I willingly repeated the paradox, like the phrase of Oscar Wilde: "Sin is the only bright smear, preserved on the canvas of modern life". I believe in these words, I think, much more unreservedly than if they were applied in practice. I believed that my life should be based on this motto, be inspired by them, born from it like a stamped inside out. I didn't want to take into account the emptiness of existence, its impermanence, the everyday good sense. Ideally, I pictured life as a continuous chain of baseness and meanness.

Then I stretched on the shore, I scooped up a handful of sand and passing between the fingers of yellowish gentle trickle, we thought that was the same time that this simple idea and that simple thought of pleasing.

- And you're the fool. Although... this is your age. You're supposed to keep Valentina. With all her lovers and leaves the house, with all her past. People like Valentine, not to be missed But you are still young, my poor mother.
- I'm not Jean Lou, you mean?
- Jean Lou - he understands. He knows that the person important to the person, not the actions. It is important that gives the human presence.
- Presence! Yes, it is always absent. Traveled and more fell from nothingness to nothingness.
- Down... How can you think such a thing! So, love and its manifestations to humiliate a woman? Yes, you lost your head. We created for this purpose. By nature. However, occasionally there are women moreover more and true. But Valentine is not one of them.

If your wife is cheating on you, then either you become a laughing stock, if it does not suspect, or an accomplice, if you know about it, or neurotic, if this affects.

Marie, I'm miserable.
- No, no. To feel it - is in itself happiness.

Amazing. When I'm kissed, I was under the impression... what happens when someone accidentally bump., and for a moment I felt awkward, and clumsy, and incredibly young, as I have already forgotten, and suddenly it seemed to me that it is a sign and necessary condition of happiness... the feeling that you go on an incredible risk.

The man always gets nervous when waiting for a beloved woman, isn't it?

Land mostly inhabited by quirky talkers who use words like coin, which they know beforehand that they are false.

I think that when people no longer love each other and nothing each other to give it, to leave.

... comfort ever nobody can. To please, to amuse, to understand - and it is incredibly difficult.

... there are things in life over which I only laugh.

Energy is a beautiful thing. I say this with full ignorance of the case. Although throughout my life, for me it was a huge stumbling block. Still in school: "not enough energetic. Not trying. Capable of more". Then at dance parties the opinion of the mother: "could do better." And in the end, even the husband, in the most intimate - "can do better not trying."