She was the temptress who had ensnared the first man, and who still continued her work at damnation; she was the being… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
I love the night passionately... I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
I go to bed, and I wait for sleep as a man might wait for the executioner. I wait for its coming… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
To love very much is to love inadequately; we love-that is all. Love cannot be modified without being nullified. Love is a… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
Sometimes our thoughts turn back toward a corner in a forest, or the end of a bank, or an orchard powdered with… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption. — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
“Because it is useless, and I tell them so at once. If you had confessed your fears to me sooner, I would have reassured… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
“Killing is decreed by law but nature loves eternal youth. Whatever she does, however unconscious and unfeeling the act, she seems to cry out:… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
There are some delightful places in this world which have a sensual charm for the eyes. One loves them with a physical love. We… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
“There were some children round him playing in the dust on the paths. They had long fair hair, and with very earnest faces and… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
“She was simple, not being able to adorn herself, but she was unhappy, as one out of her class; for women belong to no… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
Whatever you want to say, there is only one word to express it, only one verb to give it movement, only one adjective to… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity. — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
“How fathomless the mystery of the Unseen is! We cannot plumb its depths with our feeble senses - with eyes which cannot see the… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
“‟Whatever we may do or attempt, despite the embrace and transports of love, the hunger of the lips, we are always alone. I have… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
