Quotes from Guy de Maupassant

She danced with rapture, with passion, intoxicated by pleasure, forgetting all in the triumph of her beauty, in the glory of her success, in a sort of cloud of happiness comprised of all this homage, admiration, these awakened desires and of that sense of triumph which is so sweet to woman's heart.

They were so absorbed in their plotting that they did not hear Boule de Suif return. But the Comte's whispered 'shh!' made them all look up. There she was. A sudden silence fell, and at first a feeling of embarrassment prevented them from speaking to her. At last, however, the Comtesse, more of an adept than the rest in social duplicity, asked her: 'Did you enjoy the christening?

The dead dog had come more than a hundred miles to find its master. [Mademoiselle Cocotte]

At times it seemed to her that other people's hearts must have arms like their bodies, loving arms extended to clasp and hold— and her own heart? All it had was eyes, that heart of hers.

Vraiment, un homme sans moustache n'est plus un homme.

For some years he had felt weighing on him the burden of loneliness which sometimes overwhelms old bachelors. He had been strong, active and cheerful, spending his days in sport, and his evenings in amusement. Now he was growing dull, and no longer took interest in anything. Exercise tired him, suppers and even dinners made him ill, while women bored him as much as they had once amused him.

Essayez donc de vous dégager de tout ce qui vous enferme, faites cet effort surhumain de sortir vivant de votre corps, de vos intérêts, de vos pensées et de l'humanité tout entière, pour regarder ailleurs, et vous comprendrez combien ont peu d'importance les querelles des romantiques et des naturalistes, et la discussion du budget. »

Je voudrais arrêter le temps, arrêter l'heure. Mais elle va, elle va, elle passe, elle me prend de seconde en seconde un peu de moi pour le néant de demain. Et je ne revivrai jamais.

and I gazed at these forms incomprehensible to me, but which revealed the immortal thoughts of the greatest shatterer of dreams who had ever dwelt on earth.

And involuntarily I compared the childish sarcasm, the religious sarcasm of Voltaire with the irresistible irony of the German philosopher whose influence is henceforth ineffaceable.

Le peuple est un troupeau imbécile, tantôt stupidement patient et tantôt férocement révolté. On lui dit : «Amuse-toi.» Il s'amuse. On lui dit : «Va te battre avec le voisin.» Il va se battre. On lui dit : «Vote pour l'Empereur.» Il vote pour l'Empereur. Puis, on lui dit : «Vote pour la République.» Et il vote pour la République.

Several sailors, sheltered behind the curved bottoms of their boats, were watching this battle of the sky and the sea.

Then, one by one, they went away, for night was falling on the storm, wrapping in shadows the raging ocean and all the battling elements.

Describing Ostend oysters: small and rich, looking like little ears enfolded in shells, and melting between the palate and the tongue like salted sweets.

Aquello que se ama con violencia acaba siempre por matarle a uno.

But this pleasure was not unalloyed with pain, and it seemed as if the universal joy of the awakening world could now only impart a delight which was half sorrow to her grief-crushed soul and withered heart.

Monsieur, beware of love! It is lying in ambush everywhere; it is watching for you at every corner; all its snares are laid, all its weapons are sharpened, all its guiles are prepared! Beware of love! Beware of love! It is more dangerous than brandy, bronchitis or pleurisy! It never forgives and makes everybody commit irreparable follies.

I think I have already told you that there are certain things which it is not necessary to discuss, and this is one of them.

Yes, but I say that Nature is our enemy, that we must always fight against Nature, for she is continually bringing us back to an animal state. You may be sure that God has not put anything on this earth that is clean, pretty, elegant or accessory to our ideal; the human brain has done it.

Iat-o eterna: Femeia era intradevar pentru el copilul de douasprezece ori mai imour de care vorbeste poetul (...) fiinta slaba, periculoasa, in chip misterios tulburatoare... Abatele Marignan - O viata

Horrible, this love to which he was now chained, a love without purpose and without aim, without joy and without triumph, a love that sickened, weakened, laid waste to everything, a love without sweetness and without intoxication, breeding nothing but regret and foreboding, tears and pain, hinting at the ecstasy of shared caresses only by some intolerable longing for kisses not to be wakened on cold lips, sterile and dry as dead leaves.

There was an undoubted affinity in his mind between the two great passions of his life: revolution and good brew. The taste of one immediately brought to mind the other.

De toutes les passions, la seule vraiment respectable me paraît être la gourmandise.

The townsfolk in their darkened rooms were dazed as if by some cataclysm, some devastating earthquake, against which all wisdom and all resistance is of no avail. Such a feeling is produced every time the established order of things is upset, when security is destroyed and everything is hitherto protected by the laws of man or nature is suddenly at the mercy of wild unreasoning brutality.