Author of quotes: Guy De Maupassant. Page 2

She always loved beginners and will love them forever.

The future belongs to the scoundrels!

About people of this sort you can never say that they will succeed.

Watch out whoever gets in my way! I do not forgive anybody anything!

- You are in mourning? asked Madeleine.
- Yes and no - sadly she replied. - All my relatives are alive. But I'm at that age when one wears mourning for his own life.

How wonderful he is. What fear it brings to these people and how they love it! Look at his head, his eyes, how everything in it is simple and yet supernatural.

She determination despair seized on him, she threw herself into that love as caught a stone on the neck in the water.

I hope for nothing... don't expect anything, I love you. Whatever you do, I will repeat it so often and with such force and with such passion that in the end you will understand me. I want a love that breathes my every word, have found access to your heart, to fill him day after day, hour after hour, to soak it, as moisture seeping drop by drop, and that, much moved and softened, you once said to me: "I love you too".

For Mr. Walter attracted him by the difficulty of defeating it, and the novelty of sensations, which is the eternal temptation for men.

He believed in his star, believed that has the gift to conquer the heart, felt a strange and irresistible power, before which could not resist any woman.

Here it is, the only consolation in life - love! Hold in the arms of the woman - this is the height of human bliss!

And in the sky I'm looking for the answer to life the dark,
Under the pale moon wandering in the night homeless.

- I am a lost creature. I have neither father nor mother, nor brother, nor sister, nor wife, nor children, nor God.
After a silence he added:
- I only have to rhyme.

Life is a mountain. Rising, you look up and you're happy, but only managed to get to the top, as already starts the descent and before - death. Go up slowly, down fast. At your age we all had fun. We were all hopeful that, by the way, never come to pass. At my age one no longer expects anything... except death.