Author of quotes: Guy De Maupassant

Others, disabused, confused, fall in despair and die, considering themselves the plaything of cruel fate, the unfortunate victim of disastrous circumstances and some extremely criminal people.

I looked at the terrible kisses that a living woman showered on a dead man, listened to her sobs, saw the outbursts of her desperate love... and suddenly I realized that I would cheat on my husband.

“Sir,” he began, “when winter comes with cold, rain and snow, the doctor repeats to you every day: Keep

I entered literary life like a meteor, and I will disappear from it like lightning.

Oh, how sometimes I wish that he would grab me in his arms, that he would kiss me with those long, sweet kisses that connect two beings like a mute confession ...

It seems to me that when you love, you want to love even more at the sight of the beautiful that excites us.

But is it worth it to kiss just because you like the view of the area?

Is it possible that on this earth, where such dawns rise, there would be neither joy nor happiness.

The Arc de Triomphe appeared on its monstrous paws, as if at the entrance to the city there was an awkward giant who was now walking along the wide street in front of him.

Georges knew them [his father's jokes] by heart, but nevertheless he laughed - he laughed because he was intoxicated by the air of his native fields, because he again spoke of love for his native land, for places familiar from childhood, for every thing, for every little thing, at the sight of which old feelings and memories of the past revived in him: it could be a notch on the door, a tripod chair reminiscent of some minor incident, the scent of earth, a strong scent of resin and trees that breathed the nearby forest, the smell of housing, the smell of stagnant water , manure smell.

With a certain skill, you can achieve anything.

Whatever I look at ... everything reminds me that after a few days I will not see anything else ... How awful ... not to see anything ... nothing of what exists ... the simplest things ... glasses ... plates ... beds, on which is so good to rest ... crews. How pleasant these evening walks in the carriage ... I loved it all so much!

The journalist, like Caesar's wife, must be above suspicion

You should never interfere in other people's affairs. We must let people do what their conscience tells them to do. Everyone should follow this rule.