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« When it is not like the others, they don't like it. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les apparences) « Ridicule is not expressed in the first ages of a passion. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les Nuits de l'Underground) « Some days, what conviction for men to live with each other... » Marie-Claire Blais (Un joualonais, sa joualonie) « How are you not revolted by human pain? Would this sort of placidity wisdom? » Marie-Claire Blais (Tête blanche) « The social environment is just a world of appearances. » Marie-Claire Blais (L'Insoumise) « It's good to disrobe self-esteem until only relate to one who loves you! » Marie-Claire Blais (L'insoumise) « You can't love that in peace, otherwise it gets lost. » Marie-Claire Blais (L'ange de la solitude) « Shyness is the fault of the little men and arrogance, the virtue of the great. » Marie-Claire Blais « Beautiful tenderness left belongs to those who go, as to those who are going to die. » Marie-Claire Blais (Le Jour est noir) « Life is given to everyone, but all are not able to live. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les nuits de l'Underground) « You're still young, you don't know that life is just a series of compromise, each more after than others... You'll learn, one day... » Marie-Claire Blais (Les nuits de l'Underground) « Life is a joke, learn to laugh... » Marie-Claire Blais (Un joualonais, sa joualonie) « You always want to live because it is beautiful too. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les nuits de l'Underground) « One always speaks too much of yourself to those who do not understand us. » Marie-Claire Blais (Le loup) « We're still a little foreign in life and very lonely. » Marie-Claire Blais (Tête blanche) « It's often because of a particularly mortifying memory you are looking for more forgiveness than love. » Marie-Claire Blais (Le loup) « Never the death will be as beautiful as the life is lost! » Marie-Claire Blais (L'insoumise) « Everyone has good parents, just to talk to them. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les Nuits de l'Underground) « This hope that we all have to be understood, reassured, comforted by nature, anxiety creates a vacuum that nature fills, fertilizes. » Marie-Claire Blais (Un sourd dans la ville) « It is one of the legitimate laws of existence that everything remains, is that the past cannot be erased before this. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les Nuits de l'Underground) « There are dangerous books as there are dangerous friends. May be discover each other? » Marie-Claire Blais (Les Apparences) « When so you learn to know better the greed of men and do not fall into the trap of pity? » Marie-Claire Blais (Le Loup) « As there are fevers that come and go at the pace of travel, there are words and thoughts who judge and condemn to the rhythm of life. » Marie-Claire Blais (Le jour est noir) « The past of the world is that dust... » Marie-Claire Blais (Pierre) « Poor's martyrdom where one is offered without ardor. » Marie-Claire Blais (Une saison dans la vie d'Emmanuel) « You can be too possessive of each other when given when received. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les nuits de l'Underground) « Everything is useful, it is strange. The sentence is not lost. It is used in the joy of others. » Marie-Claire Blais (Tête blanche) « Don't forget the hand that fed you, but one that has blessed you don't hesitate to throw it into the fire. » Marie-Claire Blais (Un Joualonais, sa joualonie) « Nothing is more terrible than a life that flows into regret. » Marie-Claire Blais (Le Loup) « Reasons are good, in books as in life. » Marie-Claire Blais (Vivre ! Vivre !) « When a book is well written, it is still immoral! » Marie-Claire Blais (Les apparences) « The poet and the tyrant rarely good bedfellows. » Marie-Claire Blais (Un joualonais, sa joualonie) « Your the most compelling purpose must be to free in you humans. Then you will understand that others exist. » Marie-Claire Blais (Tête blanche) « Everything is immortal and nothing will be forgotten what was. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les Voyageurs sacrés) « There is a sovereign hope in the eyes of young girls. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les Voyageurs sacrés) « It is after his death that someone begins to change. » Marie-Claire Blais (L'Insoumise) « Gluttony in the lie often ends up not suggest the real flavor of things. » Marie-Claire Blais (La Belle Bête) « Death does not only who must close their eyes forever, but also others, all others who will receive the horror and the absence shares. » Marie-Claire Blais (Tête blanche) « Death. She is stronger than all the youth of the world. » Marie-Claire Blais (Le jour est noir) « We must not judge others on their person, God doesn't always give us the face of our most beautiful thoughts. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les apparences) « Whenever a man dies, it is for him the end of the world and the last judgment. » Marie-Claire Blais (La Belle Bête) « A book, it is also an intimate presence, this thing written by someone else and that enhances the insignificance of your days. » Marie-Claire Blais (Un sourd dans la ville) « Life hinders the soul. Death gives off. Maybe it's the only time of love. » Marie-Claire Blais (Tête blanche) « An isolated love inevitably away all others. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les nuits de l'Underground) « The words it's live when nobody. » Marie-Claire Blais (Un joualonais, sa joualonie) « Hope comes to death. » Marie-Claire Blais (Le jour est noir) « We sometimes have a duty to be happy. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les apparences) « Those who openly practice cruelty revenge often miserable conditions of their existence. » Marie-Claire Blais (Vivre ! Vivre !) « Impotence is perhaps our most painful abdication in this world. » Marie-Claire Blais (Un sourd dans la ville) « Nothing is more dangerous than these consciences asleep, satisfied! These reasonable minds whose life withdrew little by little. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les apparences) « Write a novel, is to know that every word is also part of an immense treasure. » Marie-Claire Blais (Tête blanche) « What could be more insulting to science than the humility of a remarkable spirit who renounce all honour to satisfy an invisible master. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les apparences) « Intelligence is often harmful to love. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les nuits de l'Underground) « A slap in the face, it hurts that pride. » Marie-Claire Blais (L'ange de solitude) « January. Obscurely white during the cold season. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les Nuits de l'Underground) « How could I forget this certainty to be indispensable at all, and that without pride! » Marie-Claire Blais (Vivre ! Vivre !) « There is little people when we judge them constantly. » Marie-Claire Blais (Vivre ! Vivre !) « Children, you see, in the world, simply because they are children, what are already prayers. The most beautiful. » Marie-Claire Blais (Tête blanche) « Young people often have no other weapons than their silence and their contempt. » Marie-Claire Blais (L'Insoumise) « Pity, one of the fertility of love. » Marie-Claire Blais (Visions d'Anna) « When it is empty of love there is filled with hatred, like that everything is better. » Marie-Claire Blais (Un Joualonais, sa joualonie) « Friend, it is harder to find than the fortune. » Marie-Claire Blais (Un Joualonais, sa joualonie) « This bewilderment of love which is unfaithfulness to everything that lives and breathes away from you. » Marie-Claire Blais (Un sourd dans la ville) « It is life that is done as you like. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les voyageurs sacrés) « Nothing does more harm to the beauty that the desire and the money. » Marie-Claire Blais (Le loup) « Everything is useful even do nothing. » Marie-Claire Blais (Pierre) « Love is an act too lucid, its passage in life does tear it not usual, sometimes years, he does not hunt a history? » Marie-Claire Blais (Les nuits de l'Underground) « A man is unhappy when he needs too much of others. » Marie-Claire Blais (Vivre ! Vivre !) « Someone who chooses you inevitably someone else separates you keep you. » Marie-Claire Blais (Le loup) « It is not the human being to save his brother from death. He cannot love him. » Marie-Claire Blais (Le jour est noir) « Be revolted, bad if you wish, shout, cry, but don't hide at the bottom of your distress like crazy people hide in their madness. » Marie-Claire Blais (Tête blanche) « We can't fix the flesh that has been injured, it is not the absence of our dead console. » Marie-Claire Blais (L'ange de la solitude) « What curiosity that holds back us to life? » Marie-Claire Blais (Un sourd dans la ville) « To write is to die a little. » Marie-Claire Blais (Un joualonais, sa joualonie) « What's more annoying than a being without blemish? This is an anomaly of nature, even for a Christian. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les apparences) « The beasts have unconsciously desire to be human when men consciously have the desire to be animals. » Marie-Claire Blais (Le Jour est noir) « The end of a life is nothing compared to the end of love. » Marie-Claire Blais (Tête blanche) « If we don't have a future life, we had our previous lives and they are the secret and links of our existences of today. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les Voyageurs sacrés) « Is love the God of the lost time? » Marie-Claire Blais (Les voyageurs sacrés) « Caring for someone, it is an intoxication. But this is only a phase to go elsewhere. » Marie-Claire Blais (Le loup) « The credit is only the apparent wealth of the poor. » Marie-Claire Blais (Un joualonais, sa joualonie) « Love is a game so subtle when we met barely, self... » Marie-Claire Blais (Les Nuits de l'Underground) « The people we love do not change. » Marie-Claire Blais (Vivre ! Vivre !) « More love is fleeting more it seems unusual. » Marie-Claire Blais (Le Loup) « A generous lover opens up too much freedom. » Marie-Claire Blais (Le loup) « The end of a life is nothing compared to the end of love. » Marie-Claire Blais (Tête blanche) « We judge these actions that repeat well demeaning and who have the misfortune to be useful to anyone. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les Apparences) « It is with the spirit that people experience of friendship. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les apparences) « The age of reason, age of things. The age of the first pain which sees itself. » Marie-Claire Blais (Les voyageurs sacrés) « Love, what was this sacred illusion you wish to see perish with self-confidence, sweet and beautiful, in the infinite drought of our soul? » Marie-Claire Blais (L'insoumise) | You can give this short story one to five stars. Five being the maximum score. Simply click on the desired number of stars. Envoyer
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