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“A Strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow has always appealed to me but now I am almost ashamed of its complete egoism. I have known boredom, regret, and occasionally remorse, but never sorrow. Today it envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, and sets me apart from everybody else.”
― Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse

“For this was the round of love: fear which leads on desire, tenderness and fury, and that brutal anguish which triumphantly follows pleasure.”
― Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse

“I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love.”
― Françoise Sagan

“Nothing becomes some women more than the prick of ambition. Love, on the contrary, may make them very dull.”
― Françoise Sagan, Dans un mois, dans un an