“I'd like to be in love like this description, wouldn't you? ...they moved among the carriages, the crowds, the noise, oblivious of everything but themselves, hearing nothing, as if they had been walking together in the country on a bed of dead leaves.” GeniusRomantic19th CenturyFrench Lit Book:A Sentimental Education Source: A Sentimental Education
“You cry, "give us war!" You are visionaries. When will you become thinkers? The thinkers do not look for power and strength from any of the dreams that constitute military art: tactics, strategies, fortifications, artillery and all that rubbish. They do no believe in war, which is a fantasy; they believe in chemistry, which is a science. They know the way to put victory into an algebraic formula.” ScienceAnatole FranceFrench LitPeace Over Profits Book:The Revolt of the Angels Source: The Revolt of the Angels
“This compulsion to an activity without respite, without variety, without result was so cruel that one day, noticing a swelling over his stomach, he felt an actual joy in the idea that he had, perhaps, a tumor that would prove fatal, that he need not concern himself with anything further, since it was this malady that was going to govern his life, to make a plaything of him, until the not-distant end. If indeed, at his period, it often happened that, though without admitting it even to himself, he longed for death, it was in order to escape not so much from the keenness of his sufferings as from the monotony of his struggle.” LiteratureClassicFrenchProustModernistMarcel ProustIn Search Of Lost TimeSwann S WayOdetteSwannFrench LitClassic Lit Book:Swann’s Way Source: Swann’s Way
“He suffered greatly from being shut up among all these people whose stupidity and absurdities wounded him all the more cruelly since, being ignorant of his love, incapable, had they known of it, of taking any interest, or of doing more than smile at it as at some childish joke, or deplore it as an act of insanity, they made it appear to him in the aspect of a subjective state which existed for himself alone, whose reality there was nothing external to confirm; he suffered overwhelmingly, to the point at which even the sound of the instruments made him want to cry, from having to prolong his exile in this place to which Odette would never come, in which no one, nothing was aware of her existence, from which she was entirely absent.” LoveLove QuotesMelancholyFrenchClassicsProustFrench LiteratureModernistMarcel ProustIn Search Of Lost TimeSwann S WaySwannFrench LitFrench Writers Book:Swann’s Way Source: Swann’s Way