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
girl sweet artist
She was a sweet girl but not really pretty, a rough sketch of a woman with a little of everything in her, one of those silhouettes which artists draw in three strokes on the tablecloth in a café after dinner, between a glass of brandy and a cigarette. Nature sometimes turns out creatures like that.
art history humanity
The great artists are those who impose their personal vision upon humanity.
dream art strange
...A strange art – music – the most poetic and precise of all the arts, vague as a dream and precise as algebra.
art bored touching
Conversation. What is it? A Mystery! It's the art of never seeming bored, of touching everything with interest, of pleasing with trifles, of being fascinating with nothing at all.
fear past
The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
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...
love mean air
To love very much is to love inadequately; we love-that is all. Love cannot be modified without being nullified. Love is a short word but it contains everything. Love means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe the air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us. Love is not a word; it is a wordless state indicated by four letters.
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.
life white soul
Words dazzle and deceive because they are mimed by the face. But black words on a white page are the soul laid bare.
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.