A person has no need of sincerity, nor even of skill in lying, in order to be loved. Here I mean by love reciprocal torture.
When we have passed a certain age, the soul of the child that we were and the souls of the dead from whom we sprang come and shower upon us their riches and their spells, asking to be allowed to contribute to the new emotions which we feel and in whi...
Let an illness, a duel, a runaway horse make us see death face to face, and how richly we should have enjoyed the life of pleasure, the travels in unknown lands, which are about to be snatched from us! And no sooner is the danger past than we resume ...
Every woman feels that the greater her power over a man, the more impossible it is to leave him except by sudden flight: a fugitive precisely because a queen.
We guess as we read, we create; everything starts from an initial error; those that follow (and this applies not only to the reading of letters and telegrams, not only to all reading), extraordinary as they may appear to a person who has not begun at...
I spent many a charming evening talking and playing with Albertine, but none so sweet as when I was watching her sleep.
Love is space and time made perceptible to the heart.
I must choose to cease from suffering or to cease from loving.
The habit of thinking prevents us at times from experiencing reality, immunises us against it, makes it seem no more than any other thought.
There are optical errors in time as there are in space.
One wants to be understood because one wants to be loved, and one wants to be loved because one loves.
