Musset A.

My heart, still full of her,
traveled over her face, and found her there no more...
I had thought to myself that a woman unknown
had adopted by chance that voice and those eyes
and I let the chilly statue pass
looking athe skies

During the wars of the Empire, while husbands and brothers were in Germany, anxious mothers gave birth to an ardent, pale, and neurotic generation. Conceived between battles, reared amid the noises of war, thousands of children looked about them with dull eyes while testing their limp muscles. From time to time their blood-stained fathers would appear, raise them to their gold-laced bosoms, then place them on the ground and remount their horses.

در عشق اغلب اشتباه می کنیم ، اغلب احساسات ما جریحه دار می شود و احساس بد بختی می کنیم. اما عشق می ورزیم و هنگامی که در آستانه مرگیم به عقب بر می گردیم و به خود می گوییم: خیلی رنج کشیده ام، گاهی به بیراهه رفته ام، اما عشق ورزیده ام. پس من زندگی کرده ام، من یک موجود تصنعی ساخته و پرداخته ی غرور و کسالت نیستم زیرا که عاشق بوده ام.

إن المرأة تغتفر كل إساءة، ولكنها لا تنسى ذنب من تهرع إليه فيردها، ولو أن الغرام لم يذهب بها كل مذهب، لما جاءت إليك مقتحمة صدودك وهي تعلم أنها مجرمة وقد اعترفت بجرمها

فقد الرجل حب المرأة فاندفع إلى الكؤوس ليستعيض عما فقد، ونظر الناس إلى الحب نظرهم إلى الدين والمجد فرأوا كل ذلك أوهامًا تلاشت مع الزمان القديم.
وغصت المواخير بالرجال، فأصبحت الفتاة مهملة بعد أن كانت تغذي الشبيبة بحبها الطاهر السامي، وعندما احتاجت إلى غذاء ورداء باعت نفسها. فيا للشقاء ويا للعار!.. لقد أهمل الشاب الفتاة، وكان في وسعه أن يستنير وإياها بأشعة شمس الله وأن يقاسمها لقمته مأدومة بعرق جبينه، ولكنه تركها وسار إلى مزابل الإنسانية ليجد هنالك الفتاة نفسها مثقلة بالهموم شاحبة مضعضعة يجول على فمها الجوع ويرعى قلبها الابتذال.

To give you an idea of my state of mind I can not do better than compare it to one of those rooms we see nowadays in which are collected and mingled the furniture of all times and countries. Our age has no impress of its own. We have impressed the seal of our time neither on our houses nor our gardens, nor on anything that is ours. On the street may be seen men who have their beards trimmed as in the time of Henry III, others who are clean-shaven, others who have their hair arranged as in the time of Raphael, others as in the time of Christ. So the homes of the rich are cabinets of curiosities: the antique, the gothic, the style of the Renaissance, that of Louis XIII, all pell-mell. In short, we have every century except our own — a thing which has never been seen at any other epoch: eclecticism is our taste; we take everything we find, this for beauty, that for utility, another for antiquity, still another for its ugliness even, so that we live surrounded by debris, as if the end of the world were at hand.

he, that same man, after having abandoned her, finds her after a night of orgie, pale and leaden, forever lost, with hunger on her lips and prostitution in her heart.

Partout où j'ai voulu dormir,
Partout où j'ai voulu mourir,
Partout où j'ai touché la terre,
Sur ma route est venu s'asseoir
Un malheureux vêtu de noir,
Qui me ressemblait comme un frère.

A mulher que quer rejeitar responde apenas não. A mulher que explica quer que a convençam.

Puis, la voyant souvent, il avait laissé germer dans son cœur cette graine, cette petite graine de tendresse qu'elles sèment en nous si vite, et qui pousse si grande. Et maintenant, depuis une heure surtout, il commençait à se sentir possédé, à sentir en lui cette présence constante de l'absente qui est le premier signe de l'amour.

Sirkte yaralanan boğalar, sırtlarında matadorun kılıcıyla, bir köşede yatmaya gitmek ve sükûn içinde ölmekte serbesttirler. Şurada veya burada, söyleyin bana, ne yapmaya gideyim. Bana temiz bir sema, ağaçlar ve evler, konuşan, içen, şarkı söyleyen adamlar, rakseden kadınlar ve doludizgin koşan atlar göstereceksiniz. Bütün bunlar hayat değildir, hayatın gürültüsüdür.

Perfection does not exist. To understand it is the triumph of human intelligence; the desire to possess it is the most dangerous kind of madness.

The blood of my motherland waters a magic plant that cures all ills. That plant is art, and sometimes art needs corruption as a kind of fertilizer

Romanticism is the abuse of adjectives

Je n'avais vécu que par cette femme ; douter d'elle, c'était douter de tout ; la maudire, tout renier ; la perdre, tout détruire.

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