Géraldine Doussain > Géraldine's Quotes

“A small lighted window at the end of the yard indicated the farmhouse.

It seemed to Jeanne that her mind was expanding, was beginning to understand the psychic meaning of things; and these little scattered gleams in the landscape gave her, all at once, a keen sense of the isolation of all human lives, a feeling that everything detaches, separates, draws one far away from the things they love.”
― Guy de Maupassant, Une vie

“Elle en voulait en son coeur à Julien de ne pas comprendre cela, de n'avoir point ces fines pudeurs, ces délicatesses d'instinct; et elle sentait entre elle et lui comme un voile, un obstacle, s'apercevant pour la première fois que deux personnes ne se pénètrent jamais jusqu'à l'âme, jusqu'au fond des pensées, qu'elles marchent côte à côte, enlacées parfois, mais non mêlées, et que l'être moral de chacun de nous reste éternellement seul par la vie.”
― Guy de Maupassant, Une vie

“Alors, elle s'aperçut qu'elle n'avait plus rien à faire, plus jamais rien à faire... La douce réalité des premiers jours allait devenir la réalité quotidienne qui ferait la porte aux espoirs indéfinis,aux charmantes inquiétudes de l'inconnu. Oui, c'était fini d'attendre. Alors plus rien à faire aujourd'hui, ni demain, ni jamais.”
― Guy de Maupassant, Une vie

“Being beautiful, was that for men?'
'Yes. Some women say that it is for ourselves. What on earth can we do with it? I could have loved myself whether I was hunchbacked or lame, but to be loved by others, you had to be beautiful.”
― Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men

“Perhaps you never have time when you are alone? You only acquire it by watching it go by in others".”
― Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men

“I felt as if this pain would never be appeased, that it had me in its grip for ever, that it would prevent me from devoting myself to anything else, and that I was allowing it to do so. I think that is what they call being consumed with remorse.”
― Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men

“this slow dissipation, the gradual abandonment of all expectations, a defeat that had killed everything without a battle.”
― Jacqueline Harpman, I Who Have Never Known Men