Arthur Rimbaud
My heart has been stabbed by grace. — Arthur Rimbaud, A Season In Hell. (Bulfinch; Reprint edition February 1, 1998) Originally published 1873. Advertisements
Category: French Literature
Guy de Maupassant
Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare. ― Guy de Maupassant
Jean Genet
I was veiled in a great sadness which was pierced at times by the lightning of my rage. Loneliness, torn apart for a moment by hope, closed over me again. — Jean Genet, Journal du voleur (The Thief’s Journal). Trans. Bernard Frechtman. Published in english 1964. Originally published 1949.
Gustave Flaubert
This sense of my own weakness and emptiness comforts me. I feel myself a mere speck of dust lost in space, yet I am part of that endless grandeur which envelopes me. I could never see why that should be cause for despair, since there could very well be nothing at all behind the black… Continue reading Gustave Flaubert
Gustave Flaubert
This sense of my own weakness and emptiness comforts me. I feel myself a mere speck of dust lost in space, yet I am part of that endless grandeur which envelopes me. I could never see why that should be cause for despair, since there could very well be nothing at all behind the black… Continue reading Gustave Flaubert
Gustave Flaubert
Everything measurable passes, everything that can be counted has an end. Only three things are infinite: the sky in its stars, the sea in its drops of water, and the heart in its tears. ― Gustave Flaubert, The Letters of Gustave Flaubert, 1830-1857. (Belknap Press: An Imprint of Harvard University Press; First Edition (US) First… Continue reading Gustave Flaubert
Jean-Paul Sartre
There are some memories one does not share. — Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit And Three Other Plays (Vintage, 1955)
