“Sleep occupies a third of our life. It is the consolation to the woes of our days or the woe of their… — Gerard de Nerval Copy Share Image
“And then a lady in a window high, Fair-haired, dark-eyed, and dressed in ancient style... Whom, in another life, perhaps I've seen,… — Gérard de Nerval Copy Share Image
When the soul drifts uncertainly between life and the dream, between the mind's disorder and the return to cool reflection, it is… — Gerard De Nerval Copy Share Image
I have never felt any rest in sleep. For a few seconds I am numbed, then a new life begins, freed from… — Gerard De Nerval Copy Share Image
Our dreams are a second life. I have never been able to penetrate without a shudder those ivory or horned gates which… — Gerard De Nerval Copy Share Image
The first moments of sleep are an image of death; a hazy torpor grips our thoughts and it becomes impossible for us… — Gerard De Nerval Copy Share Image
The tree of knowledge is not the tree of life! And yet can we cast out of our spirits all the good… — Gerard De Nerval Copy Share Image
“Childhood memories surge back more vividly midway through life – like some palimpsest whose original text suddenly reappears after the manuscript has… — Gérard de Nerval Copy Share Image
“What is madness...to go on platonically loving a woman who will never love you.” — Gérard de Nerval Copy Share Image
“How lovely she was in her raiments of silk and levantine purple; the fabric provocatively set off the sheen of her white shoulders, which… — Gérard de Nerval Copy Share Image
“My brow still burns from the kiss of the queen; I have dreamed in the grotto where the siren swims . . .” — Gérard de Nerval Copy Share Image
“Don’t wait up for me tonight, for the night will be black and white.” — Gérard de Nerval Copy Share Image
“Illusions fall away one after another like the husks of a fruit, and that fruit is experience. It is bitter to the taste, but… — Gérard de Nerval Copy Share Image
“Sleep occupies a third of our life. It is the consolation to the woes of our days or the woe of their pleasures; but… — Gerard de Nerval Copy Share Image
The intoxication of the faro drinker only shows itself at first by an increase in noise which is only deafening, and finally by a… — Gerard De Nerval Copy Share Image
Man, do you think yours is the only soul? Look around you. Everything that you see quivers with being. Though your thoughts are free,… — Gerard De Nerval Copy Share Image
“The last madness I’ll probably persist in is to believe myself a poet: it will be up to the critics to cure me.” — Gérard de Nerval Copy Share Image
“It is impossible for a Parisian to resist the desire to flick through the old volumes laid out by a bookseller. [ Il est… — Gérard de Nerval Copy Share Image
İstanbul is a magical seal which unites Europe and Asia since the ancient times. Without a doubt, Istanbul is certainly the most beautiful place… — Gerard De Nerval Copy Share Image
