We have the divinity of our great misery. And our solitude, with its toilsome ideas, tears and laughter, is fatally divine. — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“I watched her cry--drown herself in a flood of tears. It is a great thing to be in the presence of a… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“But my whole body is one pain. I cannot stand on my legs anymore. I stagger. I fall back on my bed.… — 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
I am more sensitive than other people. Things that other people would not notice awaken a distinct echo in me, and in such moments… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“They felt that everything was fleeting, that everything wore out, that everything that was not dead would die, and that even the illusory ties… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
“Ah, my poor child, how far gone you are in your blindness! Why did you have me summoned?" "I had hopes, I had hopes."… — Henri Barbusse Copy Share Image
