11 Quotes Tagged: balzac

Être aimé d'elle, ou mourir.

... o ilk günden beri güneş daha az sıcak, daha az aydınlık, gece daha karanlık oldu; hareket hızını yitirdi, düşüncelere bir ağırlık geldi. Bazı insanları toprağa gömeriz, ama öyle insanlar vardır ki onların kefenleri yüreğimiz olmuştur, anıları her gün kalbimizin çarpışıyla beraberdir, soluk alır gibi onları düşünürüz, aşka özgü bir ruh titreşiminin tatlı yasasıyla varlığımıza sinmişlerdir. Bir ruh var ruhumda. Ben bir iyilik mi ettim, güzel bir söz mü söyledim, içimde bulunan o ruh hareket ediyor, konuşuyor; havaya yayılan güzel kokunun bir zambaktan gelişi gibi.

Yes, I can understand that a man might go to gambling table - when he sees that all that lies between himself and death is his last crown

Sa haine ne fut pas en raison de son amour, mais de ses espérances trompées.

He looked like some plant bleached by darkness.

Journalism, look you, is the religion of modern society.

Balzac was pretty funny. His philosophy is plain and simple, says basically that pure materialism is a recipe for madness. The only true knowledge for Balzac seems to be in superstition. Everything is subject to analysis. Horde your energy. That’s the secret of life. You can learn a lot from Mr. B. It’s funny to have him as a companion. He wears a monk’s robe and drinks endless cups of coffee. Too much sleep clogs up his mind. One of his teeth falls out, and he says, “What does this mean?” He questions everything. His clothes catch fire on a candle. He wonders if fire is a good sign. Balzac is hilarious.

I belong to the opposition party, which is called life.

There is something noble as well as terrible about suicide. The downfall of many men is not dangerous, for they fall like children, too near the ground to do themselves harm. But when a great man breaks, he has soared up to the heavens, espied some inaccessible paradise, and then fallen from a great height. The forces that make him seek peace from the barrel of a gun cannot be placated. How many young talents confined to an attic room wither and perish for lack of a friend, a consoling wife, alone in the midst of a million fellow humans, while throngs of people weary of gold are bored with their possessions.

C'était une de ces soirées délicieuses à l'âme, un de ces moments qui ne s'oublient jamais, une de ces heures passées dans la paix et le désir, et dont, plus tard, le charme est toujours un sujet de regret, même quand nous nous trouvons plus heureux.