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un jour avec le poète Sophocle, quelqu’un lui dit en ma présence : Sophocle, l’âge te permet-il encore de te livrer aux plaisirs de l’amour ? Tais-toi, mon cher, répondit-il ; j’ai quitté l’amour avec joie comme on quitte un maître furieux et intraitable. Je jugeai dès lors qu’il avait raison de parler de la sorte, et le temps ne m’a pas fait chang
... See morePlaton • La République (French Edition)
In the midst of my tears, I was not unobservant of his motions. These were of a nature to rouse some other sentiment than grief or, at least, to mix with it a portion of astonishment.
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
Scarcely had I regained recollection of the purpose that brought me hither. Thoughts of a different tendency had such absolute possession of my mind, that the relations of time and space were almost obliterated from my understanding. These wanderings, however, were restrained, and I ascended to her chamber.
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
“Old and young, we are all on our last cruise.”
James Clear • 3-2-1: On the shortness of life, what mastery requires, and how to overlap the things you love
He made no scruple to charge me with being in love;
Charles Brockden Brown • Wieland: or, the Transformation, an American Tale
Old eyes set against youthful features stared unblinking into the night,
James Islington • The Shadow of What Was Lost: Book One of the Licanius Trilogy
That he carried prayer to the pitch of a superhuman aspiration is probable: but one can no more pray too much than one can love too much; and if it is a heresy to pray beyond the texts, Saint Theresa and Saint Jerome would be heretics.
Victor Hugo • Les Misérables (English language)
And all the time, and all the time, my love, 950 You too are there, beneath the word, above The syllable, to underscore and stress The vital rhythm. One heard a woman’s dress Rustle in days of yore. I’ve often caught The sound and sense of your approaching thought. And all in you is youth, and you make new, By quoting them, old things I made for yo
... See moreVladimir Nabokov • Pale Fire (Vintage International)
he gazed for an hour upon the great clouds of pearl that hang forever upon the horizon of that sea, and extracted from their beauty a resignation that he did not permit his reason to examine.