Quotes from Guy de Maupassant

L'autre, très chétive, avait une tête jolie et maladive sur une poitrine de phtisique rongée par cette foi dévorante qui fait les martyrs et les illuminés.

Human nature itself seemed to her obscene, when she thought of all the filthy secrets of sensuality, the degrading caresses, all the mysterious connexions that cannot be broken off, at which she guessed.

Oh! les pauvres gens, les pauvres gens, les pauvres gens, come j'ai senti leurs angoisses, comme je suis mort de leur mort! J'ai passé par toutes leurs misères; j'ai subi, en une heure, toutes leurs tortures. J'ai su tous les chagrins qui les ont conduits là; car je sens l'infamie trompeuse de la vie, comme personne, plus que moi, ne l'a sentie.

Vivre enfin, c'est mourir!

L'autre, très chétive, avait une tête jolie et maladive sur une poitrine de physique rongée par cette foi dévorante qui fait les martyrs et les illuminés.

YaÅŸlanmak, size yaÅŸam katan, sizi seven, sizi okÅŸayan, size hoÅŸ sözler söyleyip kalbinizi ?s?tan ve sizi rahatlatan insanlarla güzeldir.

Una donna giovane e affascinante un giorno sostenne, parlando con me non ricordo a quale proposito, che i colpi di luna sono mille volte più pericolosi dei colpi di sole. Li si prende, diceva, senza accorgersene, passeggiando nelle belle serate è non si guarisce mai; si resta pazzi, non pazzi furiosi, pazzi da rinchiudere, ma pazzi di una speciale follia, dolce e continua; non si pensa più come gli altri uomini.

She had no gowns, no jewels, nothing. And she loved nothing but that. She felt made for that. She would have liked so much to please, to be envied, to be charming, to be sought after.

For the same thing happens whenever the established order of things is upset, when security no longer exists, when all those rights usually protected by the law of man or of Nature are at the mercy of unreasoning, savage force.

Soha senki sem tér vissza. Milliók és milliárdok fognak megszületni, körülbelül hasonlóak egymáshoz, lesz szemük, orruk, szájuk, koponyájuk, gondolat is benne, de az, aki ebben az ágyban fekszik, sohasem jelenik meg újra.

Che cos'ha mai di così seducente questa luna, vecchio astro defunto, che porta a spasso nel cielo, la sua faccia giallina e la sua triste luce di trapassata per turbare così noialtri, noi che siamo infiammati da erranti fantasie?

Bir damla suya kar???p dönen bu çamur tanesinin üzerindeki biz diÄŸerleri, öylesine dermans?z, öylesine silahs?z, öylesine bilgisiz, öylesine küçüÄŸüz ki.

And this is what Lord Byron said, who, nevertheless, loved women: 'They should be well fed and well dressed, but not allowed to mingle with society. They should also be taught religion, but they should ignore poetry and politics, only being allowed to read religious works or cook-books.

Suddenly she discovered, in a black satin box, a superb diamond necklace, and her heart throbbed with an immoderate desire. Her hands trembled as she took it. She fastened it round her throat, outside her high-necked waist, and was lost in ecstasy at her reflection in the mirror.

Last of all-final argument based on the national politeness — the folk of Rouen said to one another that it was only right to be civil in one's own house, provided there was no public exhibition of familiarity with the foreigner. Out of doors, therefore, citizen and soldier did not know each other; but in the house both chatted freely, and each evening the German remained a little longer warming himself at the hospitable hearth.

But there was something in the air, a something strange and subtle, an intolerable foreign atmosphere like a penetrating odor — the odor of invasion. It permeated dwellings and places of public resort, changed the taste of food, made one imagine one's self in far-distant lands, amid dangerous, barbaric tribes.

ViaÅ£a este un povârniÅŸ.Cît urci, îi priveÅŸti vârful ÅŸi te simÅ£i fericit...

Nincs annál nagyobb boldogság, mint amikor két kéz elÅ'ször szorítja meg egymást; amikor az egyik azt kérdezi: szeretsz? S a másik azt feleli: igen, szeretlek.

Comme la vie serait pleine de choses charmantes si nous pouvions compter sur la discrétion absolue les uns des autres.

Nature loves death: she will not punish it.

Ona, Bütün bu hayvanlar korkunç, dedim. Gülerek, Oh, hay?r! En korkuncu insan, dedi.

The furnished room received its latest guest with a first glow of pseudo-hospitality, a hectic, haggard, perfunctory welcome like the specious smile of a demirep.

Chacun de nous d'ailleurs garde dans les traits, sous la ligne humaine, un type d'animal, comme la marque de sa race primitive. Combien de gens ont des gueules de bulldog, des têtes de bouc, de lapin, de renard, de cheval, de bÅ"uf ! Paul est un écureuil devenu homme.

Pois o ódio ao Estrangeiro sempre arma alguns Intrépidos prontos a morrer por uma Ideia.