There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
Théophile GautierI am a man for whom the outside world exists.
Théophile GautierHere a few poor and stunted flowers stood with drooping heads, like a convent of consumptive girls, waiting for a ray of sunlight to dry out their leaves already half-rotten with the damp.
Théophile GautierTear up that funeral shroud—you are going to smother yourself in it. I am beauty, I am youth, I am life—come to me, and together we will be Love itself....Our life together will flow by like a dream, and it will be as one perpetual kiss.
Théophile GautierAnd then again, I am no longer quite such a good-looking young fellow that tapestries leap off the wall in my honour.
Théophile GautierI longed to be able to gather my whole life-force into a single impulse, and transmit it to her and blow into her frozen remains the fire that was consuming me.
Théophile GautierAu lieu d'être immobile comme il convient à un pied embaumé depuis quatre mille ans, il s'agitait, se contractait et sautillait sur les papiers comme une grenouille effarée.
Théophile GautierYes, I have loved, as no one on earth ever loved, with an insensate and furious love, so violent that I wonder it did not break my heart.
Théophile GautierMots clés love romanticismo clarimonde la-morte-amoureuse
No one is truly dead until they are no longer loved.
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