Author of quotes: Theophile Gautier. Page 3

We are often vaguely aware that our lady was before us a few lovers, but male pride is so bizarre, capricious and slippery that we assure ourselves that we are the woman anyone truly not loved and been surrounded by people who were not worthy of it, just by an unfortunate coincidence, or vague desire of their own hearts, which were looking for food and were drawn to one and then to another, finding the only one he needed.

Women dislike contemplatives and immensely appreciate anyone who brings their thoughts into action.

Women, when you notice that your lover caresses you gently usual, hugged more passionately than ever, when he buries his face in his knees, and then, raising his head, looks at you uvernuvshis, wandering look; when pleasure only inflames his desire, when he kisses makes you silent, as if afraid to hear your voice, ' doubt not: he has no idea that you are here; at this moment he lectric his pipe dream, and you only give it flesh and blood, performing her role. A lot of the maids have enjoyed the love inspired in Queens. Many women enjoyed the love inspired goddesses, and very ordinary reality has often been the pedestal for the perfect idol. That's why poets generally beloved elect from among pathetic zamarashek. Can be ten years in a row to sleep with a woman and never see her, never has this happened with many brilliant people whose low or negligible women divili the whole world.

... all ruins in the world the sad spectacle, of course, represent the human ruins.

In my fragile chest to get along with strewn with violets dreams of a young innocent girl and the crazy heat of drunken courtesans; my lust prowl, like lions, sharpening their claws in the darkness and looking for someone to devour; my thoughts rush about uneasily like goats balancing on the edge the most dangerous of mountain ranges; my hatred, all saturated with poison, recoil is inextricably nodes its scaly rings and is dragging far behind me on the potholed and ruts.

Fate loves to send shoes to those who have instead of legs a piece of wood, and gloves to those who have no hands; a legacy which would allow you to live happily ever after, usually gets you in the day of your death.

Love, like fortune, doesn't like to chase after her. She willingly visits those who sleep near the spring, and often kissing Queens and gods descend on closed eyelids.

Meanwhile, the secret desire of my heart still leads me on the quest for the beloved. The voice of reason drowned out by the voice of nature. Feel never experience happiness if you do not love and will not be loved but the problem is that in beloved, you can choose only one, and men, though, maybe not demons, but not angels. And even if they uticaod his back feathers, and the head will wear a halo of gilded paper - I know them too well to give into the hype. What a beautiful speech in front of me uttered, it will not help them. I know what they say, and she is able to speak for them. I saw them bone up their roles as rehearsing before going on stage, I know their impact calculated on the effect of the tirades and the places in them, which they're hoping. Neither pale face nor distorted by suffering features did not convince me. I know it doesn't prove anything. One night of debauchery, a few bottles of wine Yes, two or three girls enough to give yourself the desired look.

Since I live among men so many times I saw a most undignified way change the woman as casually publicize a secret relationship, and the pure love carelessly dirty with mud, as young people, escaping from the arms of the charming beloved, run to the disgusting courtesans, and the most reliable love Affairs without any valid reason suddenly drop - I can't decide on a love adventure. It would be like that in broad daylight with open eyes, to rush into a bottomless abyss.

Truly beautiful only what is absolutely good for nothing; everything useful is ugly, for it is the satisfaction of some needs and all the needs of man is disgusting and vile, as his frail, miserable being. The most useful place in the house - the outhouse.

Dropped the moon from the handles
So distracted still -
The fan of the pink clouds
On the marine blue carpet.
Bent -- to get the dreams
Silver thin hand
But in vain! He swims,
Carry out a quick wave.
I used to get it came from... boldly
Moon, I would have jumped in the thread
If you wanted to go down
Il come to you I could.

The boat is light I wish I could have
Let the winds sail white.
Would like to see how it divides the waves of copper,
Along the Pacific Islands to swing and fly
When stars Shine gently.
"Je veux une tartane avec ses matelots,
Ses cordages, ses blanches voiles
Son corset Et de cuivre où se brisent les flots
Qui me berce le long de verdoyants îlots
Molles, Aux lueurs des étoiles.

Play and seagulls fly
And the white horses of the seas,
Surging in waves of shock
The shaggy mane of his.
Les mouettes volent et jouent;
Blancs Et les coursiers de la mer
Cabrés sur les vagues, secouent
Leurs crins échevelés dans l'air.

Revolution is when the people on the streets shoot each other's guns, smashing many glasses and glaziers only benefit. The wind carries away the smoke, the survivors bury their dead. Stick to the buildings of the municipalities change of cloth called flags... And the first rogue hurriedly climbs onto the throne and takes the empty place.