Author of quotes: Guy De Maupassant. Page 13

My philosophy is to meet the sunset with a friend; my principles to see the sunrise in solitude; my work is spending the day with enemies.

A genius is a person who is born in the province to die in Paris.

Like all the changes they experienced the shock.. and in just a few moments...

The consequences define the significance of the act.

You can love only once! The heart can often be worried when you meet any other creature, because people in relationship to each other and experience attraction or repulsion. From all of these influences is born friendship, passion, thirst of possession, live and fleeting flash, but not true love. Real love requires two beings were born for each other, so United by common views and tastes, such physical and spiritual similarity, that similarity of characters, with such a diverse mutual relationship that would have been inseparable from one another. In fact, we love not so much Ms. X or Mr. z, as the woman or man, nameless creature, born of Nature, a creature with such bodies, form, heart, mind overall look that attract, like a magnet, our bodies, our eyes, lips, heart, thoughts, all our desires, sensual and spiritual. We love type, that is, connection in one person of all human qualities that can deceive us apart in others.

We love our mothers
almost without thinking about it
Not realize how deep this love
while not part forever.

To get a competent person quite easily. The thing is, that you are not caught in some blunder. It is necessary to maneuver to avoid difficult situations, avoid obstacles and with the help of the encyclopedic dictionary to put the Shoe on the other. All people are all ignorant and stupid as logs.

Modern men do not like modern women to such an extent to really suffer because of them.

Those who have not experienced a poetic love, choose a woman, how do you choose a chop in a butcher shop, not caring about anything except the quality of the meat.

There is probably a common love - the mutual attraction of two hearts, two souls. But there is no doubt, and other love, painful, burning, ruthless - the irresistible attraction of two disparate people who both hate and love each other.

... she thought of herself as being incomparable, a rare pearl in this vulgar world, which seemed to her empty and monotonous, because she was too good for him.

Women perceive more sense than consciousness, they suffer the deepest secret of art only at the time of his life, when his voice finds a sympathetic response in their soul.

... when apart think a lot of loved ones, but wean hourly to see them at the meeting feel some alienation until, until the newly fastened bond of marriage.

... and for the first time convinced that two people can not penetrate the soul, secret thoughts to each other that they go together, sometimes closely embracing, but not merging, and that our spiritual being wanders alone my entire life.