{elle etait} étourdie et ornée comme une boutique foraine
Put black on white.
Guy de MaupassantTag: guy-de-maupassant-black-on-white
It is love that is sacred," she said." Listen, child, to an old woman who has seen three generations, and who has had a long experience of men and women. Marriage and love have nothing in common. We marry to found a family, and we form families in order to constitute society. Society cannot dispense with marriage. If society is a chain, each family is a link in that chain. In order to weld those links, we always seek metals of the same order. When we marry, we must bring together suitable conditions; we must combine fortunes, unite similiar races and aim at the common interest, which is riches and children. We marry only once, my child, because the world requires us to do so, but we love twenty times in one lifetime because nature has made us like this. Marriage, you see, is law and love is an instinct which impels us, sometimes along a straight, and sometimes along a devious path. The world has made laws to combat our instincts- it was necessary to make them; but our instincts are always stronger, and we ought not to resist them too much, because they come from God; while laws come from men. If we did not perfume life with love, as much love as possible,darling, as we put sugar into drugs for children, nobody would care to take it just as it is.
Guy de MaupassantTag: common-sense
Everything is false, everything is possible, everything is doubtful.
Guy de MaupassantTag: doubt possibility falsehood
...A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.
Guy de MaupassantTag: music
I told myself: 'I am surrounded by unknown things.' I imagined man without ears, suspecting the existence of sound as we suspect so many hidden mysteries, man noting acoustic phenomena whose nature and provenance he cannot determine. And I grew afraid of everything around me – afraid of the air, afraid of the night. From the moment we can know almost nothing, and from the moment that everything is limitless, what remains? Does emptiness actually not exist? What does exist in this apparent emptiness?
Guy de MaupassantTag: fear nihilism paranoia emptiness
I told myself 'Everything is a being! The shout that passes into the air is an entity like an animal, since it is born, produces a movement, and is again transformed, in order to die. So the fearful mind that believes in incorporeal beings is not wrong. What are they?
Guy de MaupassantTag: fear existence sound being
I said, 'If other beings besides us exist on Earth, why didn't we meet them a long time ago?
Guy de MaupassantTag: horror supernatural
Solitude is indeed dangerous for a working intelligence. We need to have around us people who think and speak. When we are alone for a long time we people the void with phantoms
Guy de MaupassantTag: insanity solitude loneliness
A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption.
Guy de MaupassantTag: insanity sickness thoughts mental-illness
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