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
dream thinking laughing
The public is composed of numerous groups whose cry to us writers is: 'Comfort me.' 'Amuse me.' 'Touch my sympathies.' 'Make me sad.' 'Make me dream.' 'Make me laugh.' 'Make me shiver.' 'Make me weep.' 'Make me think.'
liars lying skills
The simplest of women are wonderful liars who can extricate themselves from the most difficult dilemmas with a skill bordering on genius.
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.
blessing essence boredom
The essence of life is the smile of round female bottoms, under the shadow of cosmic boredom.
memories mirrors world
A human being - what is a human being? Everything and nothing. Through the power of thought it can mirror everything it experiences. Through memory and knowledge it becomes a microcosm, carrying the world within itself. A mirror of things, a mirror of facts. Each human being becomes a little universe within the universe!
men enemy desire
Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies.
writing giving verbs
Whatever you want to say, there is only one word to express it, only one verb to give it movement, only one adjective to qualify it.
men soul body
She was the temptress who had ensnared the first man, and who still continued her work at damnation; she was the being who is feeble, dangerous, mysteriously troubling. And even more than her body of perdition, he hated her loving soul.
healthy sublime brain
Great minds that are healthy are never considered geniuses, while this sublime qualification is lavished on brains that are often inferior but are slightly touched by madness.
art history humanity
The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.
air breathe our-thoughts
We breathe love as we breathe air; we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.
meteors thunderbolts
I entered literary life as a meteor, and I shall leave it like a thunderbolt.
crafts reports
You must render: never report.
country morning dark
I love the night passionately. I love it as I love my country, or my mistress, with an instinctive, deep, and unshakeable love. 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. Skylarks sing in the sunshine, the blue sky, the warm air, in the fresh morning light. The owl flies by night, a dark shadow passing through the darkness; he hoots his sinister, quivering hoot, as though he delights in the intoxicating black immensity of space.