Francoise Sagan
Francoise Sagan
Françoise Sagan– real name Françoise Quoirez – was a French playwright, novelist, and screenwriter. Hailed as "a charming little monster" by François Mauriac on the front page of Le Figaro, Sagan was known for works with strong romantic themes involving wealthy and disillusioned bourgeois characters. Her best-known novel was her first – Bonjour Tristesse– which was written when she was a teenager...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionPlaywright
Date of Birth21 June 1935
CountryFrance
sad beautiful regret
A Strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow has always appealed to me but now I am almost ashamed of it's complete egoism. I have known boredom, regret, and occasionally remorse, but never sorrow. Today it envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, and sets me apart from everybody else.
uplifting military pity
pity is an agreeable sentiment, uplifting like military music.
morning light golden
He lifted me up and held me close against him, my head on his shoulder. At that moment I loved him. In the morning light he was as golden, as soft, as gentle as myself, and he would protect me.
sorry men problem
I feel sorry for men. They have more problems than women, because they now have to compete with women.
writing decision finding-yourself
When you make a decision to write according to a set schedule and really stick to it, you find yourself writing very fast. At least I do.
eye kissing thinking
I was thinking that I should be content to kiss him until the break of day. Bertrand ran out of kisses too soon; desire made them superfluous in his eyes. They were only a stage on the road to pleasure, not something inexhaustible and self-sufficient, as Luc had revealed them to me.
mad imagination becoming
If you don't have imagination you're lost. But it's a virtue that's becoming increasingly rare, especially in its higher form: spontaneity. Mad, happy spontaneity.
girl suffering littles
Every little girl knows about love. It is only her capacity to suffer because of it that increases.
night sea goes-on
At night, time becomes a calm sea. It goes on for ever.
passion rich poor
The rich have a passion for bargains as lively as it is pointless.
writing passion people
All my life, I will continue obstinately to write about love, solitude and passion among the kind of people I know. The rest don't interest me.
proust
I've read Proust and Stendhal. That keeps you in your place.
aversion littles life-is
Only by pursuing the extremes in one's nature, with all its contradictions, appetites, aversions, rages, can one hope to understand a little ... oh, I admit only a very little ... of what life is about.
expression people faces
The happiness of people who are in love and who are loved shows in their faces. They have an expression that's at once very far away and very much part of the present.