Author of quotes: Françoise Sagan

In this world you have to smile and whistle, playing carefree.

Passion creates its own little village in the big city.

Unhappiness horrified her to passion she helplessly retreated.

Not long to love unrequited.

Life is always with one hand takes what the other gives.

Why is it that for some words there, and with the other I don't know what to say?

Happiness to quench the pangs of conscience.

Success requires work and order first and foremost.

Nothing is going to face some women like bursts of ambition.

She's completely confused. Always have to be alert, you never talk to just one and the same person.

For the first time in her life she was enjoying this terrible joy to love someone you will inevitably be forced to pass through the flour.

He stood still, glancing at her. She smiled slightly.
- Good-bye, dear.
He leaned toward the car window.
- I can't live without you, Paul.
With a jerk she started off to the face did not notice tears, tomanivi her eyes. As an afterthought she included "janitors" and she laughed bitterly this ridiculous gesture.

Only when Simon called that night at her door and she saw his dark tie, his intense eyes, this exultation, breaks in every gesture, it is a confusion similar to that which covers the person spoiled beyond measure with life and suddenly received another inheritance, she wanted to share his happiness. The happiness that she gives him: "Here am I, my body, my warmth, my tenderness, I don't need them, but entrusting them with your hands, I may again be able to find in them a delight".

At the same time she knew that it was pointless to continue this conversation in the arms of this boy, standing in the rain, standing lost his mind lovers, but couldn't move.