The woman from the depths of her rags, a waif, a martyr — smiled. She must have a divine heart to be… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
How I waited for you! How I longed for you! he stammered. "I thought of you all the time. I saw you… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
I keep remembering — I keep remembering. My heart has no pity on me. — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“He fell back. He had cried out so loud that even if there had been no breach in the wall, I should have heard… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“Separation! They were very much alike in ideas and temperament, and just then they were helping each other as much as they could. But… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“It is not by sin that we attain happiness, nor is it by virtue, nor is it by that kind of divine fire by… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
Let everything be remade on simple lines. There is only one people, there is only one people! — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
There are cloudy moments when one asks himself if men do not deserve all the disasters into which they rush! No - I recover… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“She was thinking of him. Doubled up, small as a child, she gazed intently into the distance, at the man who was not there.… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“We have the divinity of our great misery. And our solitude, with its toilsome ideas, tears and laughter, is fatally divine. However wrong we… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“I had no genius, no mission to fulfill, no great heart to bestow. I had nothing and I deserved nothing. But all the same… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“Sin, sin! To rid myself of boredom by committing a crime, to break up monotony by deceiving. To sin in order to be a… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
All lovers in the world are alike: they fall in love by chance; they see each other, and are attached to each other by… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
At the touch of mankind, things wear away with heartbreaking slowness. — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
