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1 " Nicole had put on weight. This is the effect which, in three cases out of four, unhappiness has upon women. The process of eating guarantees at least the health of the body. "
― Françoise Sagan , Dans un mois, dans un an
2 " There is a certain kind of stupidity reserved for women's dealings with men. "
3 " He was stabbed by memory, that tyrant which impinges upon our dreams and leaps at out throat as soon as we awaken. "
4 " We make our own symbols, after the event has passed and begun to spoil. "
5 " What we love we may also despise. "
6 " Nothing becomes some women more than the prick of ambition. Love, on the contrary, may make them very dull. "
7 " Curiosity is the beginning of wisdom. "
8 " Writing takes a pen, a sheet of paper and, to start with, just the shadow of an idea. "
9 " his conscience washed clean by happiness. "
10 " Summer fell upon Paris, with everyone still intently following his own subterranean course of passion or habit and looking up like a startled creature of the night at the blazing June sun. Now, all of a sudden, there was an impelling necessity to go away, to give a continuation or a meaning to the winter that had just gone by. "
11 " We are born crying, and for good reason,' he reflected. 'And the rest of our lives is bound to be a muted reiteration of that cry. "
12 " He was in that stage of love–and of liquor–where one is completely taken up with oneself, and can get along very well without the other party. "
13 " She said she didn't love him, and he said it didn't matter, and the poverty of their words brought tears to their eyes. "
14 " For unhappiness has nothing to teach, and resignation is ugly. "
15 " It is a known fact that every man's heart is set on having a daughter. "
16 " She'd like to be indispensable; that's what every woman wants... "
17 " He had always known that he was the lover and she was the object of love. "
18 " Neither one of them hesitated to translate feeling into action, when an opportunity arose. "
19 " The happiness is real, and the love is not. "
20 " Whenever he had spoken of love, she had spoken of love's brief duration. 'A year, or even two months from now, you won't love me anymore.' Josée was the only person he knew who had a real consciousness of time. Everyone else, including himself, was driven by some very fundamental instinct to try, or pretend, to believe that love could last and solitude be dispelled forever. "
