The only refuge left to us was the poet's ivory tower, which we climbed, ever higher, to isolate ourselves from the mob. — Gerard 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 I have never found that sleep was a rest. After a swoon of a few minutes a new life begins, freed from conditions of time and space, and doubtless like the life which awaits us after… — Gerard de Nerval Copy Share
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
![“It is impossible for a Parisian to resist the desire to flick through the old volumes laid out by a bookseller. [ Il est impossible, pour un Parisien, de résister au désir de feuilleter de vieux ouvrages étalés par un bouquiniste. ]” quote by Gérard de Nerval](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/b37/g-rard-de-nerval-14793_books_it-is-impossible-for-a-parisian-to-resis_445996.jpg)
