Quotes, Quotations and Sayings

The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.

Girls usually have a paper mGchT face on their wedding day.

Jealousy is not at all low, but it catches us humbled and bowed down, at first sight.

I love my past, I love my present. I am not ashamed of what I have had, and I am not sad because I no longer have it.

Researchers, with science as their authority, will be able to cut [Animals] up, alive, into small pieces, drop them from a great height to see if they are shattered by the fall, or deprive them of sleep for sixteen days and nights continuously for the purposes of an iniquitous monograph... ''Animal trust, undeserved faith, when at last will you turn away from us? Shall we never tire of deceiving, betraying, tormenting animals before they cease to trust us?''

There is no need to waste pity on young girls who are having their moments of disillusionment, for in another moment they will recover their illusion.

Among all the modernized aspects of the most luxurious of industries, the model, a vestige of voluptuous barbarianism, is like some plunder-laden prey. She is the object of unbridled regard, a living bait, the passive realization of an ideal. No other female occupation contains such potent impulses to moral disintegration as this one, applying as it does the outward signs of riches to a poor and beautiful girl.

I love my past. I love my present. I'm not ashamed of what I've had, and I'm not sad because I have it no longer.

Shall we never have done with that cliche, so stupid that it could only be human, about the sympathy of animals for man when he is unhappy? Animals love happiness almost as much as we do. A fit of crying disturbs them, they'll sometimes imitate sobbing, and for a moment they'll reflect our sadness. But they flee unhappiness as they flee fever, and I believe that in the long run they are capable of boycotting it.

The woman who thinks she is intelligent demands equal rights with men. A woman who is intelligent does not.

Gabriel Oh come on Stan Not everything ends the way you think it should Besides, audiences love happy endings.

And what a delight it is to make friends with someone you have despised.

Can it be that chance has made me one of those women so immersed in one man that, whether they are barren or not, they carry with them to the grave the shriveled innocence of an old maid?

It's nothing to be born ugly. Sensibly, the ugly woman comes to terms with her ugliness and exploits it as a grace of nature. To become ugly means the beginning of a calamity, self-willed most of the time.

My true friends have always given me that supreme proof of devotion, a spontaneous aversion for the man I loved.

Gabriel Well...life is stranger than fiction sometimes.

But just as delicate fare does not stop you from craving for saveloys, so tried and exquisite friendship does not take away your taste for something new and dubious.

A woman who thinks she is intelligent demands the same rights as man. An intelligent woman gives up.

Is suffering so very serious? I have come to doubt it. It may be quite childish, a sort of undignified pastime -- I'm referring to the kind of suffering a man inflicts on a woman or a woman on a man. It's extremely painful. I agree that it's hardly bearable. But I very much fear that this sort of pain deserves no consideration at all. It's no more worthy of respect than old age or illness.

What a wonderful life I've had! I only wish I'd realized it sooner.

Look for a long time at what pleases you, and a longer time at what pains you.

It takes time for the absent to assume their true shape in our thoughts. After death they take on a firmer outline and then cease to change.

It is wise to apply the oil of refined politeness to the mechanism of friendship.

On this narrow planet, we have only the choice between two unknown worlds. One of them tempts us --ah! what a dream, to live in that! --the other stifles us at the first breath.

One keeps forgetting old age up to the very brink of the grave.

You do not notice changes in what is always before you.

It is not a bad thing that children should occasionally, and politely, put parents in their place.

Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging themselves with a great display of frenzy into an abyss. But they survive, they come to the surface again. And they develop a routine of the abyss: ''It's four o clock. At five I have my abyss... ''

To a poet, silence is an acceptable response, even a flattering one.

You will do foolish things, but do them with enthusiasm.

In the matter of furnishing, I find a certain absence of ugliness far worse than ugliness.

A pretty little collection of weaknesses and a terror of spiders are our indispensable stock-in-trade with the men.

Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette.

Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either.

As for an authentic villain, the real thing, the absolute, the artist, one rarely meets him even once in a lifetime. The ordinary bad hat is always in part a decent fellow.

No temptation can ever be measured by the value of its object.

January, month of empty pockets! Let us endure this evil month, anxious as a theatrical producer's forehead.

The writer who loses his self-doubt, who gives way as he grows old to a sudden euphoria, to prolixity, should stop writing immediately: the time has come for him to lay aside his pen.

There are days when solitude is a heady wine that intoxicates you with freedom, others when it is a bitter tonic, and still others when it is a poison that makes you beat your head against the wall.

You must not pity me because my sixtieth year finds me still astonished. To be astonished is one of the surest ways of not growing old too quickly.

Perhaps the only misplaced curiosity is that which persists in trying to find out here, on this side of death, what lies beyond the grave.

We only do well the things we like doing.

Writing only leads to more writing.

Look for a long time at what pleases you, and for a longer time at what pains you.

Gabriel Have you ever heard of Harry Houdini Well he wasn't like today's magicians who are only interested in television ratings. He was an artist. He could make an elephant disappear in the middle of a theater filled with people, and do you know how he did that Misdirection.