Author of quotes: Guy De Maupassant. Page 11

The laughter died. And who can laugh? All by yourself funny.

If we women have something not know, it is almost always a guess.

I am nothing, because I do not want to be anything.

That's what she was lacking - the sea, its great neighbor for twenty-five years, the sea with its salty air, its angry gusts, roaring in white his voice, his powerful breath, the sea that every morning he saw from his window in the Poplars, which breathed night and day, which always felt beside him and, without realizing, fell in love with as a living person.

In those brief moments when we are separated, do not keep yourself in hand, not watching yourself in the moments that lift the veil on the secret recesses of the soul.

Often the act itself is reprehensible, becomes praiseworthy because of the intention that inspires him.

War is barbarism, when attacking a peaceful neighbour, but a sacred duty, when defending their homeland.

Hatred of the Stranger from time immemorial arming a handful of Fearless, ready to die for an Idea.

But the Norman merchant richer, the more he suffered from the slightest damage from the scene, as the slightest particle of his wealth passes into other hands.

Why to hurt a person who is entirely dependent? Because it is rather foolhardy than brave.

Earthquake destroys citizens under the ruins of buildings, flooding of the river, carrying the drowned peasants, along with dead oxen and broken rafters of the roof, or the victorious army, which cuts out everyone who defends, takes the other prisoner, robbing in the name of the Sword and the rumble of guns elevates thanksgiving to some God, - all these horrible pests that undermine faith in the eternal justice and inspires us to trust in the patronage of the heavens and the human mind.

I just don't feel like the mother of unborn children, I rather to be a mother to those that I have, and love them with all my heart. I, like all of us, the woman of the civilized world, sir. We're not just females that inhabit the earth and we refuse to be.

But, my dear, because animals don't have to do anything to live here. They are at home, they have a Desk and flat, they have only to graze or to hunt and devour each other, according to their instinct: God never anticipated the love and peace of manners; he only foresaw the death of living creatures, fiercely killing and devouring each other. And we!.. Oh, how long it took us to work hard, patience, ingenuity, imagination, entrepreneurship, abilities, talent, to make this rocky, sprouted roots in the soil of any habitable! Think about what we just did contrary to nature and against nature, to get at least bearable, in any way, any whether, any gracefully, but still beneath us! And we are more civilized than smarter and more sophisticated, the more we have to conquer and subdue the animal instinct that lies within us according to the will of God.

Look at her, to the land that God gave to its inhabitants. Is it not clear that all the with your plants and forests and is designed exclusively for animals? What is there in it for us? Nothing. And for all of them: caves, trees, leaves, springs - home, food and drink. So picky people like me never can feel good. Happy and satisfied only those who are close to animals. But what about other poets, refined or troubled soul, the dreamers, the explorers? Ah, poor souls!