Enhance Your Quote Experience
Enjoy ad-free browsing, unlimited collections, and advanced search features with Premium.
" "J’allais ouvrir la bouche et aborder cette fille , quand quelqu’un me toucha l’épaule. Je me retournai, surpris, et j’aperçus un homme d’aspect ordinaire, ni jeune ni vieux, qui me regardait d’un air triste. — Je voudrais vous parler, dit-il.
Je fis une grimace qu’il vit sans doute, car il ajouta : — « C’est important. »
Je me levai et le suivis à l’autre bout du bateau : — « Monsieur, reprit-il, quand l’hiver approche avec les froids, la pluie et la neige, votre médecin vous dit chaque jour : « Tenez-vous les pieds bien chauds, gardez-vous des refroidissements, des rhumes, des bronchites, des pleurésies. » Alors vous prenez mille précautions, vous portez de la flanelle, des pardessus épais, des gros souliers, ce qui ne vous empêche pas toujours de passer deux mois au lit. Mais quand revient le printemps avec ses feuilles et ses fleurs, ses brises chaudes et amollissantes, ses exhalaisons des champs qui vous apportent des troubles vagues, des attendrissements sans cause, il n’est personne qui vienne vous dire : « Monsieur, prenez garde à l’amour ! Il est embusqué partout ; il vous guette à tous les coins ; toutes ses ruses sont tendues, toutes ses armes aiguisées, toutes ses perfidies préparées ! Prenez garde à l’amour !… Prenez garde à l’amour ! Il est plus dangereux que le rhume, la bronchite et la pleurésie ! Il ne pardonne pas, et fait commettre à tout le monde des bêtises irréparables. » Oui, monsieur, je dis que, chaque année, le gouvernement devrait faire mettre sur les murs de grandes affiches avec ces mots : « Retour du printemps. Citoyens français, prenez garde à l’amour ; » de même qu’on écrit sur la porte des maisons : « Prenez garde à la peinture ! » — Eh bien, puisque le gouvernement ne le fait pas, moi je le remplace, et je vous dis : « Prenez garde à l’amour ; il est en train de vous pincer, et j’ai le devoir de vous prévenir comme on prévient, en Russie, un passant dont le nez gèle. »
Je demeurai stupéfait devant cet étrange particulier, et, prenant
Henri-René-Albert-Guy de Maupassant (5 August 1850 – 6 July 1893) was a popular 19th-century French writer, one of the fathers of the modern short story.
Biography information from Wikiquote
Enjoy ad-free browsing, unlimited collections, and advanced search features with Premium.
Related quotes. More quotes will automatically load as you scroll down, or you can use the load more buttons.
In the cold light of the morning they almost bore a grudge against the girl for not having secretly sought out the Prussian, that the rest of the party might receive a joyful surprise when they awoke. What more simple? Besides, who would have been the wiser? She might have saved appearances by telling the officer that she had taken pity on their distress. Such a step would be of so little consequence to her.
But no one as yet confessed to such thoughts.
There were some children round him playing in the dust on the paths. They had long fair hair, and with very earnest faces and solemn attention were making little mountains of sand so as to stamp on them and squash them underfoot.
Pierre was going through one of those gloomy days when one looks into every corner of one's soul and shakes out every crease.
'Our occupations are like the work of those kids,' he thought. Then he wondered whether after all the wisest course in life was not to beget two or three of these little useless beings and watch them grow with complacent curiosity. And he was touched by the desire to marry. You aren't so lost when you're not alone any more. At any rate you can hear somebody moving near you in times of worry and uncertainty, and it is something anyway to be able to say words of love to a woman when you are feeling down.
He began thinking about women.
His knowledge of them was very limited, as all he had had in the Latin Quarter was affairs of a fortnight or so, dropped when the month's money ran out and picked up again or replaced the following month. Yet kind, gentle, consoling creatures must exist. Hadn't his own mother brought sweet reasonableness and charm to his father's home? How he would have loved to meet a woman, a real woman!
He leaped up, determined to go and pay a little visit to Mme Rosémilly.
But he quickly sat down again. No, he didn't like that one!
Enjoy ad-free browsing, unlimited collections, and advanced search features with Premium.