Quotes from Andre Gide

Etre aimé n'est rien, c'est être préféré que je désire.

So as long as we live among men, let us cherish humanity.

Le présent serait plein de tous les avenirs, si le passé n'y projetait déjà une histoire.

Pour grandir, il faut porter loin de soi ses regards.Et puis ne regarder pas trop en arrière

L'homme se dégagera peu à peu de ce qui le protégeait naguère; de ce qui désormais l'asservit.

One imagines one possesses and in reality one is possessed.

Ayn? zamanda hem içten olmak, hem de öyle görünmek olas? deÄŸil.

Seigneur, il m'apparaît parfois que j'ai besoin de son amour pour vous aimer!

Those who complimented me were those who understood me the least.

Life was nothing other than what came and went with each passing moment.

This is my thesis: Do you know what is needful to turn an honest man into a rogue! A change of scene--a moment's forgetfulness suffice.

Cve?e, istina je, ne hrani ?oveka, — govorila je ona — ali ono unosi radost u život. Ako biste od lepih mirisnih bašta napravili vrtove, nema sumnje da biste mi dali da jedem, ali biste u isti mah ubijali volju za život.

Once I had made my mind up, I could see nothing but the advantages.

How would one tell a story about happiness? One can only tell of the origins of happiness and its destruction.

He let Julius go. There was beginning to rise in him a feeling of profound disgust--a kind of hatred almost, of himself, of Julius, of everything.

Society knows perfectly well how to kill a man and has methods more subtle than death.

A caterpillar who seeks to know himself would never become a butterfly

There is no feeling so simple that it is not immediately complicated and distorted by introspection

The self requires a story.

Robert crede c? ÅŸtie tot despre mine. Nici m?car nu b?nuieÅŸte c? pot avea o via?? a mea, independent? de a lui. M? consider? doar drept o anex?. Îi sunt necesar? pentru a se simÅ£i confortabil instalat în existen??. Sunt soÅ£ia lui.

Nu Å£in cu orice preÅ£ s? parvin, mi-a spus cu un zâmbet fermec?tor, dar Å£in ca ideile pentru care lupt s? izbîndeasc?.

Amas lo inhumano.

Look! I have here a number of white pebbles. I let them soak in the shade, then hold them in the hollow of my hand and wait until their soothing coolness is exhausted. Then I begin once more, changing the pebbles and putting back those that have lost their coolness to soak in the shade again. . . Time passes and the evening comes on. . . Take me away; I cannot move of myself. Something in my will is broken.

Because it was natural, could he not see that it was marvelous? Poor creature!