Pierre Loti
Pierre Loti
Pierre Loti was a French naval officer and novelist, known for his exotic novels...
NationalityFrench
ProfessionWriter
Date of Birth14 January 1850
CountryFrance
fossils mystery study
Through the study of fossils I had already been initiated into the mysteries of prehistoric creations.
became eager french-writer grew growing men speedily terror unlike women
Unlike most other children, - especially unlike those of to-day - who are eager to become men and women as speedily as possible, I had a terror of growing up, which became more and more accentuated as I grew older.
bright french-writer high nest niche swallow time top
I was at that time like a fledgling swallow living high up in a niche in the eaves, who from time to time peeps out over the top of its nest with its little bright eyes.
confronted french-writer left passed pyramid
The pyramid once passed there was still a short way to go before we confronted the Sphinx, in the middle of what our contemporaries have left him of his desert.
corner french-writer
And all around is the desert; a corner of the mournful kingdom of sand.
appreciation cat deception
Cats are possessed of a shy, retiring nature, cajoling, haughty, and capricious, difficult to fathom. They reveal themselves only to certain favored individuals, and are repelled by the faintest suggestion of insult or even by the most trifling deception.
mother memories sunday
I still went to church regularly every Sunday; that is we all went there together. I reverenced the family pew where we had assembled for so many years; and apart from that reason I hold it dear because it is associated in my memory with my mother.
determination prayer vow
I still held fast to my determination to become a minister; it still seemed to me that that was my duty. I had pledged myself, in my prayers I had given my word to God. How could I therefore break my vow?
desire wish missionary
I am surprised that I cannot recall whether my desire to become a minister transformed itself into a wish to lead the more militant life of missionary, by a slow process or suddenly.
brother different generations
My sister and my brother, of whom I have not spoken before, were considerably older than I; it seemed almost as if we belonged to different generations.
moon land shining
The moon of a bright silver, which dazzles by its shining, illumines a world which surely is no longer ours; for it resembles in nothing what may be seen in other lands.
writing animal humanity
If by chance I seated myself to write, she very slyly, very tenderly, seeking protection and caresses, would softly take her place on my knee and follow the comings and goings of my pen - sometimes effacing, with an unintentional stroke of her paw, lines of whose tenor she disapproved.
cat winter air
It is with the approach of winter that cats...wear their richest fur and assume an air of sumptuous and delightful opulence.
book ink tasks
My books were always full of ink blots, always stained and covered with smeared sketches and pictures, which one draws idly when his attention wanders from his task.