There are some delightful places in this world which have a sensual charm for the eyes. One loves them with a physical… — 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
And taking her friend’s hand, she put it on her breast, on that firm round covering of a woman’s heart which the… — Guy de Maupassant Copy Share Image
Love is always love, come whence it may. A heart that beats at your approach, an eye that weeps when you go… — 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
“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
