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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
“It amused me to think that one can tell the truth when one is drunk and nobody will believe it.”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
“My love of pleasure seems to be the only consistent side of my character. Is it because I have not read enough?”
Francoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse
“I found myself both touched and irritated by the discovery that she was vulnerable.”
Francoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse
“He lifted me up and held me close against him, my head on his shoulder. At that moment I loved him. In the morning light he was as golden, as soft, as gentle as myself, and he would protect me.”
Francoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse
“For what are we looking for if not to please? I do not know if the desire to attract others comes from a superabundance of vitality, possessiveness, or the hidden, unspoken need to be reassured.”
Francoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse
“What you call types of mind are only mental ages.”
Francoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse
“I did not find him absurd. I saw he was kind, that he was on the verge of real love. I thought it would be nice for me to be in love with him, too.”
Francoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse
“Usually I avoided college students, whom I considered brutal, wrapped up in themselves, particularly in their youth, in which they found material for drama or an excuse for their own boredom. I did not care for young people.”
Francois 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
“La liberté de penser, et de mal penser et de penser peu, la liberté de choisir moi-même ma vie, de me choisir moi-même. Je ne peux dire ˝d´être moi-même˝, puisque je n´étais rien qu´une pâte modelable, mais celle de refuser les moules.”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
“Your idea of love is rather primitive. It's not a series of sensations, independent of each other...It's something different... a sense of loss...”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
tags: love
“He refused categorically all ideas of fidelity or serious commitments. He explained that they were arbitrary and sterile. From anyone else such views would have shocked me, but I knew that in his case they did not exclude tenderness and devotion - feelings which came all the more easily to him since he was determined that they should be transient.”
Francoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse
“I saw an exquisite pink and blue shell on the sea-bottom. I dove for it, and held it, smooth and hollow in my hand all the morning. I decided it was a lucky charm, and that I would keep it. I am surprised that I have not lost it, for I lose everything. Today it is still pink and warm as it lies in my palm, and makes me feel like crying.”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
“Cynicism always enchanted me by producing a delicious feeling of self-assurance and of being in league with myself”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
“Je le regardai : je ne l'avais jamais aimé. Je l'avais trouvé bon et attirant; j'avais aimé le plaisir qu'il me donnait; mais je n'avais pas besoin de lui.”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
“...above else I was afraid of dullness, peace. To achieve our inner peace, my father and I needed an outer unrest”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse
“I lay full length on the sand, took up a handful and let it run through my fingers in soft yellow streams. I told myself that it ran out like time. It was an idle thought, and it was pleasant to have idle thoughts, for it was summer.”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
tags: sand
“It's funny how fate, by introducing herself, loves to choose unworthy and mediocre faces”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse
“Then I realized that I had attacked a living, sensitive creature, not just an entity.”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
“Je serais intelligente, cultivée, un peu détachée, comme Anne.”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
“Friheten att tänka, att tänka fel och tänka sällan, friheten att själv välja min livsform, att välja mig själv”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
“I was smoking a lot. I thought I was being decadent and I liked the idea.”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
“I was going away, leaving behind me the villa, the garden and that summer.”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
“Bet juk taip malonu paklusti savo impulsams, o paskui gailėtis...”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
“Only, when I am in bed, at dawn, when all that can be heard in Paris is the sound of cars, my memory betrays me: summer, with everything I remember of it, comes flooding back. Anne, Anne! I repeat that name very softly to myself, over and over in the dark. Then something stirs within me with eyes closed, I greet by its name, sadness: Bonjour tristesse.”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
“I am almost ashamed of it, whereas I had always looked upon sadness as being a worthy emotion.”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
“...what are we looking or, if not to be liked? To this day I still don't know does that wish for conquest hide plenty of life strength, desire for power or secret, unconfirmed need to encourage and defend yourself.”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse
“Pour la première fois de ma vie, ce "moi" semblait se partager et la découverte d'une telle dualité m'étonnait prodigieusement.”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
“Sans doûte, à son âge, je paierai aussi des jeunes gens pour m'aimer parce que l'amour est la chose la plus douce et la plus vivante, la plus raisonnable.”
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour tristesse
tags: love

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