Guy de Maupassant
Guy de Maupassant
Henri René Albert Guy de Maupassantmopasɑ̃]; 5 August 1850 – 6 July 1893) was a French writer, remembered as a master of the short story form, and as a representative of the naturalist school of writers, who depicted human lives and destinies and social forces in disillusioned and often pessimistic terms...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth5 August 1850
CountryFrance
Guy de Maupassant quotes about
eye challenges use
To contest an author's right to create a poetic or realistic work is to want to force him to change his temperament, challenge his originality, refuse to allow him to use the eye and the intelligence nature has given him.
sweet eye heart
Love is always love, come whence it may. A heart that beats at your approach, an eye that weeps when you go away are things so rare, so sweet, so precious that they must never be despised.
memories eye people
We are accustomed to use our eyes only with the memory of what other people before us have thought about the object we are looking at.
beautiful eye men
Those men, those of former times, had soul and eyes that in no way resemble ours, and in their veins, along with their blood, flowed something that has disappeared: love and admiration for the Beautiful.
eye men imagination
Were a man to spend only one day in Sicily and ask, "What must one see?" I would answer him without hesitation, "Taormina." It is only a landscape, but a landscape where you find everything on earth that seems made to seduce the eyes, the mind and the imagination.
eye enemy mobility
To avoid each other, their eyes had developed an amazing mobility with all the cunning of enemies fearful of meeting each other head on.
peace war government
Every government has as much of a duty to avoid war as a ship's captain has to avoid a shipwreck.
memories giving perfect
Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.
encounters life-worth-living worth-living
It is the lives we encounter that make life worth living.
night silence ears
I love the night passionately... I love it with all my senses: I love to see it, I love to breathe it in, I love to open my ears to its silence, I love my whole body to be caressed by its blackness...
army intelligent government
You have the army of mediocrities followed by the multitude of fools. As the mediocrities and the fools always form the immense majority, it is impossible for them to elect an intelligent government.
sick body flesh
A sick thought can devour the body's flesh more than fever or consumption.
night men air
I told myself: 'I am surrounded by unknown things.' I imagined man without ears, suspecting the existence of sound as we suspect so many hidden mysteries, man noting acoustic phenomena whose nature and provenance he cannot determine. And I grew afraid of everything around me – afraid of the air, afraid of the night. From the moment we can know almost nothing, and from the moment that everything is limitless, what remains? Does emptiness actually not exist? What does exist in this apparent emptiness?
ignorance secret obstacles
The secret is not to betray your ignorance. Just maneuver, avoid the quicksands and obstacles, and the rest can be found in a dictionary.