#french

Had you but seen it, I promise you, your high-minded principles would have melted like candle wax. Never would you have wished such beauty away. ↗

— Jennifer Donnelly

#class-struggle #excess #french-revolution #grandeur #louis-xiv

Je ne regrette rein. ↗

— Christina Lauren

#french #nothing #regret #beauty

Je suis à toi. ↗

— Christina Lauren

#french #i-m-yours #beauty

Delight is délice, délit is a misdemeanour' 'Well, it's bloody close...' 'Well, they often are.... ↗

— Alan Hollinghurst

#forbidden-fruit #french #sin #beauty

You'll be so busy with Bridge and what's-his-name that you'll forget all about your English mate, St. Clair." "Ha! So you are English!" I poke him in the stomach. He grabs my hand and we wrestle, laughing. "I claim... no... nationality. ↗

— Stephanie Perkins

#anna-and-the-french-kiss #étienne-st-clair #business

There is death in the folds of her skirt and blood about her feet. She is for no man. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#reign-of-terror #the-rover #death

Ceux qui revent eveilles ont conscience de 1000 choses qui echapent a ceux qui ne revent qu'endormis. The one who has day dream are aware of 1000 things that the one who dreams only when he sleeps will never understand. (it sounds better in french, I do what I can with my translation...) ↗

— Edgar Allan Poe

#endormi #french #poe #rêve #dreams

Je ne peux être juste pour les livres qui traitent de la femme en tant que femme... Mon idée c'est que tous, aussi bien hommes que femmes, qui que nous sayons, nous devons être considérés comme d'êtres humaines. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#french #gender-equality #equality

The French are like a coin with a different face on either side of it (every coin has two faces), for every action there is an equally strong opposing idea that vibrates on the other end within them like the receiving side of a series of ripples in a pond. But this is all happening within themselves. The French are exactly like their own language: there are too many letters but then you're not supposed to pronounce them! ↗

— C. JoyBell C.

#equality

To call the population of strangers in the midst of which we live "society" is such a usurpation that even the sociologists wonder if they should abandon a concept that was, for a century, their bread and butter. Now they prefer the metaphor of a network to describe the connection of cybernetic solitudes, the intermeshing of weak interactions under names like "colleague," "contact," "buddy," acquaintance," or "date." Such networks sometimes condense into a milieu, where nothing is shared but codes, and where nothing is played out except the incessant recomposition of identity. ↗

— The Invisible Committee

#french #revolt #revolution #dating