A caprice is handled like a stew, and the pepper is added at the last minute. — Rachilde Copy Share Image
If I created a new depravity I would be a priestess, while my imitators would founder, after my reign, in abominable filth...Don't you think… — Rachilde Copy Share Image
A caprice is handled like a stew, and the pepper is added at the last minute. — Rachilde Copy Share Image
“I am like a little child naked in a strong wind. I have a fever, I shiver, I'm too hot or too cold. My… — Rachilde Copy Share Image
A very special case. A few years more, and that pretty creature who you love too much, I think, will, without ever loving them,… — Rachilde Copy Share Image
It is true, Monsieur," Raoule went on, shrugging her shoulders, "that I have had lovers in my life as I have books in my… — Rachilde Copy Share Image
“Ah! A man who doesn't know how to watch love is so silly. You really need a lesson.” — Rachilde Copy Share Image
“Although he had always been a gentleman till then, he had 'caught his century', a disease impossible to analyze but by this simple phrase.” — Rachilde Copy Share Image
“An error of the passions is not the flowering of a great love, and merely the beauty of the human form is not capable… — Rachilde Copy Share Image
No, no, don't let my vulnerable heart share in this sacrifice to lust! Let him disgust me before pleasing me! Let him be what… — Rachilde Copy Share Image
“Avarice is a closed door, you don't know what's happening behind it, & before knocking you feel anxious.” — Rachilde Copy Share Image
“And yet, because I am without a doubt mortal, I have the troubling desire to do good, to please, to communicate my warmth, to… — Rachilde Copy Share Image
“For the greatest happiness of women is to be right one day, one hour, one second after being wrong all their lives...apparently.” — Rachilde Copy Share Image
“My love", she whispered, so low she sounded to Jacques as if she were speaking from the bottom of an abyss, "now we shall… — Rachilde Copy Share Image
I have never been loved enough to gain the desire of reproducing a being in the image of my lover and I have never… — Rachilde Copy Share Image
