I dislike clocks with second-hands; they cut up life into too small pieces. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
... Providence conducts us with so much kindness through the different periods of our life, that we scarcely feel the change; our days glide gently and imperceptibly along, like the motion of the hour-hand, which we cannot discover. ... we… — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
. . . this life is a perpetual chequer-work of good and evil, pleasure and pain. When in possession of what we desire, we… — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
There is nobody who is not dangerous for someone. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
winter is past, and we have a prospect of spring that is superior to spring itself. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
We are so fond of hearing ourselves spoken of, that, be it good or ill, it is still pleasing. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
I pity those who have no taste for reading. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
Long life will sometimes obscure the star of fame. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
... truth ... carries authority with it; while falsehood and lies skulk under a load of words, without having the power of persuasion; the… — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
Oh Dear! How unfortunate I am not to have anyone to weep with! — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
good and evil travel on the same road, but they leave different impressions. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
Happiness, like misfortunes, never comes alone. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
If we could have a little patience, we should escape much mortification; time takes away as much as it gives. — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
Ah, what a grudge I owe physicians! what mummery is their art! — Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne Copy Share Image
