There are some delightful places in this world which have a sensual charm for the eyes. One loves them with a physical love. We people who are attracted by the countryside cherish fond memories of certain springs, certain woods, certain ponds, certain hills, which have become familiar sights and can touch our hearts like happy events. Sometimes indeed the memory goes back towards a forest glade, or a spot on a river bank or an orchard in blossom, glimpsed only once on a happy day, but preserved in our heart.
You'll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends. - Guy De Maupassant
You'll find that my coquetry is quite impartial, which allows me to keep my friends.
- Guy De Maupassant
In fact living is dying. - Guy De Maupassant
In fact living is dying.
Ale, not beer, in a pewter mug was comme il faut, the only thing for a gentleman of letters, worthy of the name, to drink. - Guy De Maupassant
Ale, not beer, in a pewter mug was comme il faut, the only thing for a gentleman of letters, worthy of the name, to drink.
Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies. - Guy De Maupassant
Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies.
The glasses were half full, which meant that the guests were completely so - Guy De Maupassant
The glasses were half full, which meant that the guests were completely so
I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my… - Guy De Maupassant
I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. I love it with all my…
We breathe love as we breathe air; we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us. - Guy De Maupassant
We breathe love as we breathe air; we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.
To lie about a far country is easy - Guy De Maupassant
To lie about a far country is easy
Those men, those of former times, had soul and eyes that in no way resemble ours, and in their veins, along with their blood, flowed something that h… - Guy De Maupassant
Those men, those of former times, had soul and eyes that in no way resemble ours, and in their veins, along with their blood, flowed something that h…
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