French Writer and Aristocrat
Madame de Sévigné, Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sévigné
French Writer and Aristocrat
Ideal beauty is a fugitive which is never located.
Oh, baby, how I want to see a bit, to hear his voice, to kiss, at least in passing, if not otherwise have been possible! Well, in vain, to suppress such thoughts do not know myself. I really miss me, darling:. Agonize my heart and soul so much since we broke apart to feel real physical torture
Why do we discover faults so much more readily than perfections?
If we could have a little patience, we should escape much mortification; time takes away as much as it gives.
Racine will pass away like the taste for coffee.
You ask, my dear child, I still love so much to life. Well, I confess to you, there sure is enough pain and bitterness, but a more terrible death, I give, and I feel so intolerable that it has all come to an end, if I could, happily bounce. I live out of obligation, willy-nilly: No one asked if I wanted to come into this world, then it is time to get out of it, which is a drag, and you wonder how I look? Where? What gate? And when? Under what circumstances? Thousands of torture crucifies, darkened soul die? Or stroke worth? Accident takes out? I'll give that number to God? What can I do for you before the judgment seat? Will my fears I will return to it? Will I feel anything is out of the terror? What do you hope for? Admit one to paradise? Letasz¡tanak to hell? What contingencies! What an agony! No crazier things than the uncertainty but not natural either, and that I live in such folly, very easy to understand. Throughout dizzy these issues, and so horrified of death, that life is not already hate because of the thorns manhandle, but rather because of the death joins. I will say this, I want to live forever. The world did not, but if I had to choose, I prefer to die in my nurse's arms:.'s Been spared a lot of trouble, and are confident and more delivered to heaven, but enough about me
If you are not feeling well, if you have not slept, chocolate will revive you. But you have no chocolate! I think of that again and again! My dear, how will you ever manage?
Reason bears disgrace, courage combats it, patience surmounts it.
You can love as we live, little one, for the most prominent example of self, making life beautiful and enjoyable, not keser¡tsk, do not torture those who love us,. Deadly bed too late to change
If you love someone, above all, to the smallest, each other completely meaningless circumstance it is important:. Told this a thousand times, and it's true
Someone said the other day, do not know if I mentioned this to yourself. Fact that the value of a heart, the best shows you how you can love
Ah! as you say, we should slip over many thoughts and act as though we did not perceive them.
If you take this state for a long time, my life would be nice too,. Sorrows, but soon they come back, it should enjoy it while it lasts
Sweetheart, you are so praying to run to time, and you soon see each other, not sure what to do, and then carefully take a knock: Time willingly disobey, but also what skills and when they want to be of no consequence to him. At the time, I fell into this trap, and then regretted it,., And although I was not wearing it at the time, like others, deprived thousands of small pleasure, too ‚szrev‚tetve, depends on how quickly
Blather, do not you, my little one, but if you change it to fold to love yourself to just be yourself thinking that only the care that is related to you, you're my life sweetness that never anyone not love so much: it's the repetition bore himself.
I'm here in my room, all alone, I am glad so that you can safely do I, which is the best state.
The human heart will never wrinkle.
But the truth is there in your heart.
In all nations truth is the most sublime, the most simple, the most difficult, and yet the most natural thing.
The letters you read and you write, this is the most I do, everything else takes a back seat occupation, nothing phenomenon appears next to it. The one who loves you, like me, found the superficial affection for each other.
Exceedingly glad to pregnant, my heart: thank you, and thankfully Mr Grignan. Then enter your wondering what might account for the benefit of ”nm‚rs‚klet‚nek or true feelings of your application and whether you're not happy whether it can come and go for a while, and you can walk in the Provence, between the orange trees, and when we will be together, no need to worry about falling over and give birth.
Ingratitude calls forth reproaches as gratitude brings renewed kindnesses.
The world has no long injustices.
Fortune is always on the side of the largest battalions.
It is my heart.