Victor Hugo
There are moments when, whatever be the attitude of the body, the soul is on its knees. — Victor Hugo
Category: Dramatist
André Gide
today’s makes way for it; that each wave owes the beauty of its line only to the withdrawal of the preceding one. — André Gide
Albert Camus
Happiness implied a choice, and within that choice a concerted will, a lucid desire. Only it takes time to be happy. A lot of time. Happiness, too, is a long patience ― Albert Camus
Luigi Pirandello
You know what you are for me. The torment of imagining you far away-among other people who can have the joy of seeing you, talking to you, being near you while I am here without life because I can neither see you nor talk with you, nor be near you-can be mitigated only by the… Continue reading Luigi Pirandello
Jean Racine
A tragedy need not have blood and death; it’s enough that it all be filled with that majestic sadness that is the pleasure of tragedy. — Jean Racine
Oscar Wilde
I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women, when they love, give everything. — Oscar Wilde
Eugène Ionesco
I have always thought that the truth of fiction is more profound, more charged with meaning than everyday reality. Realism […] falls short of reality. It shrinks it, attenuates it, falsifies it, it does not take into account our basic truths and our fundamental obsessions: Love, death, astonishment. It presents man in a reduced and… Continue reading Eugène Ionesco
André Gide
Suffering consists of being unable to reveal oneself and, when one happens to succeed in doing so, in having nothing more to say. — André Gide
Oscar Wilde
Only one thing remains infinitely fascinating to me, the mystery of moods. To be master of these moods is exquisite, to be mastered by them more exquisite still. Sometimes I think that the artistic life is a long and lovely suicide, and am not sorry that it is so. And much of this I fancy… Continue reading Oscar Wilde
Luigi Pirandello
Whatever is a reality today, whatever you touch and believe in and that seems real for you today, is going to be—like the reality of yesterday—an illusion tomorrow. — Luigi Pirandello
The Vale of Soul-Making 