“Her grandfather's books [...] opened before Ada, a world whose colours were so dazzling that reality paled in comparison and faded away.… — Irène Némirovsky Copy Share Image
music alone can abolish differences of language or culture between two people and evoke something indestructible within them. — Irene Nemirovsky Copy Share Image
What separates or unites people is not their language, their laws, their customs, their principles, but the way they hold their knife… — Irene Nemirovsky Copy Share Image
“Evil is visible, it burns, it smugly displays itself for all to see.” — Irène Némirovsky Copy Share Image
“Where do we find happiness? We pursue it, search for it, kill ourselves trying to find it, and all the time it's just here...It… — Irène Némirovsky Copy Share Image
“But what is certain is that in five, ten or twenty years, this problem unique to our time, according to him, will no longer… — Irene Nemirovsky Copy Share Image
“They felt a strange happiness, an urgent need to reveal their hearts to each other- the urgency of lovers, which is already a gift,… — Irène Némirovsky Copy Share Image
“...for music alone can abolish differences of language or culture between two people and invoke something indestructible within them.” — Irene Nemirovsky Copy Share Image
“Paris had its sweetest smell, the smell of chestnut trees in bloom and of petrol with a few grains of dust that crack under… — Irene Nemirovsky Copy Share Image
“When you love someone as much as that, you don't believe they can die. You think your love protects them.” — Irène Némirovsky Copy Share Image
“Hun ba for de døde og sendte lykkønskningsbrev til de levende hver gang det var bryllup eller barnedåp - akkurat som engelskmennene i koloniene,… — Irène Némirovsky Copy Share Image
“After all, people judge one another according to their own feelings. It is only the miser who sees other enticed by money, the lustful… — Irène Némirovsky Copy Share Image
“After all, the three of us were young. It wasn’t just about the pleasure of the flesh. No, it wasn’t that simple. The flesh… — Irene Nemirovsky Copy Share Image
