I may have made a straight A in physics, but I was panic-struck. Physics made me sick the whole time I learned it.
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.
I'm not sure why it is, but I love food more than just about anything else.
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.
And of course I didn't know who would marry me now that I'd been where I had been. I didn't know at all.
My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.
He just wanted to see what a girl who was crazy enough to kill herself looked like.
After all, I wasn't crippled in any way, I just studied too hard, I didn't know when to stop.
Are you a communist?" "No I am an anti-fascist" "For a long time?" "Since I have understood fascism.
Clearly I miss Him, having been brought up in religion. But now a man must be responsible to himself.
Don't bother to ring a bell in the ear that doesn't listen. Move to another ear, and if he doesn't listen to your bell, sit back and listen to his nemesis.
Mac MacGuff: Liberty Bell, if you put one more Bac-O on that potato, I'll spank your monkey behind. Liberty Bell: [laughs]
Dr. Lepage: We want you to take it easy for a few days. Jean-Dominique Bauby: What do you think I'm doing now?
Papinou: Having a mistress is no excuse for leaving the mother of your children; the world has lost its values.
Jean-Dominique Bauby: Like a sailor seeing the shore disappear, I watch my past recede, reduced to the ashes of memory.
Let's pretend my career in music is a bell. Whether you like my music or not is up to you. But you've got to admit I rang that bell pretty hard and pretty often.
The dowry that a woman brings is like a bell; every time she passes by she hits you with the clapper.
The great miraculous bell of translucent ice is suspended in mid-air. It rings to announce endings and beginnings. And it rings because there is fresh promise and wonder in the skies. Its clear tones resound in the placid silence of the winter day, a...
Can there be anything more sad than a girl dying on the day of her first communion, in her new dress. A little bride of death...
...without knowing why, he yielded to the temptation of those lips and flung onto them, eating them, partaking of their sacrament... Eucharist of love with a red host!
