Frases de Guy De Maupassant

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“De hecho, vivir es morir.”

“Sólo hay una cosa buena en la vida, y es el amor.”

“El amor es siempre amor, venga de donde venga. Un corazón que late con su acercamiento, un ojo que llora cuando se va, son cosas tan raras, tan dulces, tan preciosas que nunca deben ser despreciadas.”

“Su locura, su idea, estaba allí, en aquella cabeza obstinada, torturante, devoradora. Se comía el cuerpo poco a poco. Ella la invisible, la impalpable, la inalcanzable, la inmaterial idea minaba la carne, bebía la sangre, apagaba la vida”

“Hay, en todo, algo inexplorado, porque estamos habituados a no servirnos de nuestros ojos, sino con el recuerdo de lo que se ha pensado antes que nosotros sobre aquello que contemplamos.”

“He entrado en la vida literaria como un meteoro, y voy a salir de ella como un rayo.”

“Nuestra memoria es un mundo más perfecto que el universo: le devuelve la vida a los que ya no la tienen.”

“Amor significa el cuerpo, el alma, la vida, todo el ser. Sentimos el amor cuando sentimos el calor de nuestra sangre, respiramos amor con el aire que respiramos, lo tenemos en nosotros mismos cuando lo tenemos en nuestro pensamiento. Nada más existe para nosotros.”

“El patriotismo es una especie de religión, es el huevo en donde se empollan las guerras.”

“Es evidente que la soledad resulta peligrosa para las mentes que piensan demasiado.”

“El verdadero miedo es como una reminiscencia de los terrores fantásticos de antaño. Un”

“Cualquier cosa que se quiere decir sólo hay una palabra para expresarla, un verbo para animarla y un adjetivo para calificarla.”

“Un buen relato empieza con un buen título.”

“¡Que se respeten mis convicciones, y yo respetaré las suyas!”

“Usted tiene un ejército de mediocridades seguido por la multitud de tontos. Como los mediocres y los tontos siempre son la inmensa mayoría, es imposible que se elija un gobierno inteligente.”

“Vivimos siempre bajo el peso de las viejas y odiosas costumbres de nuestros antepasados bárbaros.”

“¿No es más bien el toque del amor -el misterio del amor- que constantemente busca unir a dos seres, que intenta con su fuerza en el mismo instante que un hombre y una mujer se han mirado cara a cara?”

“La amistad es un pacto en el que se intercambian defectos y cualidades. Podemos analizar a un amigo y a una amiga, tener en cuenta lo que tienen de bueno, despreciar lo que tienen de malo y apreciar con toda exactitud su valor mientras nos dejamos llevar por una simpatía íntima, profunda y deliciosa.
Para amar hay que ser ciego, entregarse por entero, no ver nada, no razonar nada, no comprender nada. Hay que poder adorar tanto las debilidades como las bellezas, renunciar a cualquier juicio, a cualquier reflexión, a cualquier perspicacia.”

“Aquello que se ama con violencia acaba siempre por matarle a uno.”

“cuando se es valiente, esto no ocurre ni ante un ataque, ni ante la muerte inevitable, ni ante todas las formas conocidas de peligro: ocurre en ciertas circunstancias anormales, bajo ciertas influencias misteriosas frente a riesgos vagos. El”

“Seguramente la soledad es peligrosa para las inteligencias que trabajan demasiado. Necesitamos tener a nuestro alrededor otras personas que nos comuniquen sus pensamientos. La soledad prolongada puebla de visiones fantasmales el vacío.”

“el perro dormido se despertó de pronto y, levantando la cabeza, tendiendo el cuello, mirando hacia el fuego con sus ojos casi apagados, dio uno de esos lúgubres aullidos que hacen estremecerse a los viajeros, de noche, en el campo. Todos los ojos se volvieron hacia él; ahora permanecía inmóvil, tieso sobre las patas, como atormentado por una visión; se echó de nuevo a aullar hacia algo invisible, desconocido, sin duda horroroso, ya que todo el pelo se le ponía de Punta. El”

“Es evidente que la soledad resulta peligrosa para las mentes que piensan demasiado. Cuando permanecemos solos durante mucho tiempo, poblamos de fantasmas el vacío.”

“Night was a very different matter. It was dense, thicker than the very walls, and it was empty, so black, so immense that within it you could brush against appalling things and feel roaming and prowling around a strange, mysterious horror.”

“There is only one good thing in life, and that is love. And how you misunderstand it! how you spoil it! You treat it as something solemn like a sacrament, or something to be bought, like a dress.”

“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.”

“Broad daylight does not encourage the apprehension of horror.”

“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.”

“In the kingdom of the blind the one-eyed man is king.”

“We love our mother unknowingly, and only realize how deep-rooted that love is at the ultimate separation.”

“We live always under the weight of the old and odious customs … of our barbarous ancestors.”

“Any government has as much of a duty to avoid war as a ship's captain has to avoid a shipwreck.”

“Legitimized love always despises its easygoing brother.”

“With women there is neither caste nor rank, for beauty, grace and charm take the place of family and birth. Natural ingenuity, instinct for what is elegant, a supple mind are their sole hierarchy, and often make of women of the people the equals of the very greatest ladies.
Mathilde suffered ceaselessly, feeling herself born to enjoy all delicacies and all luxuries.”

“A man forced to spend his life without ever having the right, without ever finding the time, to shut himself up all alone, no matter where, to think, to reflect, to work, to dream? Ah! my dear boy, a key, the key of a door which one can lock — this is happiness, mark you, the only happiness!”

“Since governments take the right of death over their people, it is not astonishing if the people should sometimes take the right of death over governments.”

“They held up to admiration all those women who from time to time have arrested the victorious progress of conquerors, made of their bodies a field of battle, a means of ruling, a weapon; who have vanquished by their heroic caresses hideous or detested beings, and sacrificed their chastity to vengeance and devotion.
All was said with due restraint and regard for propriety, the effect heightened now and then by an outburst of forced enthusiasm calculated to excite emulation.
A listener would have thought at last that the one role of woman on earth was a perpetual sacrifice of her person, a continual abandonment of herself to the caprices of a hostile soldiery.
The two nuns seemed to hear nothing, and to be lost in thought. Boule de Suif also was silent.”

“What would have happened if she had not lost that necklace? Who knows? who knows? How strange and changeful is life! How small a thing is needed to make or ruin us!”

“Military men are the scourges of the world.”

“I have come to the conclusion that the bed comprehends our whole life; for we were bom in it, we live in it, and we shall die in it.”

“Let them respect my convictions, and I will respect theirs!”

“That was perhaps the only woman I have ever loved — no — that I ever should have loved. Ah, well! who can tell? Circumstances rule one. And then — and then — all passes.”

“There are in France some fifty thousand young men of good birth and fairly well off who are encouraged to live a life of complete idleness. They must either cease to exist or must come to see that there can be no happiness, no health even, without regular daily labor of some sort … The need of work is in me.”

“The count uttered several rather risky witticisms, but so tactfully were they said that his audience could not help smiling. Loiseau in turn made some considerably broader jokes, but no one took offence; and the thought expressed with such brutal directness by his wife was uppermost in the minds of all: "Since it's the girl's trade, why should she refuse this man more than another?"”

“No one looked at her, no one thought of her. She felt herself swallowed up in the scorn of these virtuous creatures, who had first sacrificed, then rejected her as a thing useless and unclean.”

“In the cold light of the morning they almost bore a grudge against the girl for not having secretly sought out the Prussian, that the rest of the party might receive a joyful surprise when they awoke. What more simple?
Besides, who would have been the wiser? She might have saved appearances by telling the officer that she had taken pity on their distress. Such a step would be of so little consequence to her.
But no one as yet confessed to such thoughts.”

“At first no one spoke. Boule de Suif dared not even raise her eyes. She felt at once indignant with her neighbors, and humiliated at having yielded to the Prussian into whose arms they had so hypocritically cast her.”

“I was hard hit. I wanted to ask this little girl to marry me. If we had passed eight days together, I should have done so! How weak and incomprehensible a man sometimes is!”

“Let us protest and let us be angry, let us be indignant, or let us be enthusiastic, Schopenhauer has marked humanity with the seal of his disdain and of his disenchantment.
A disabused pleasure-seeker, he overthrew beliefs, hopes, poetic ideals and chimeras, destroyed the aspirations, ravaged the confidence of souls, killed love, dragged down the chivalrous worship of women, crushed the illusions of hearts, and accomplished the most gigantic task ever attempted by scepticism. He spared nothing with his mocking spirit, and exhausted everything. And even to-day those who execrate him seem to carry in their own souls particles of his thought.”

“I took the book from him reverently, and I gazed at these forms incomprehensible to me, but which revealed the immortal thoughts of the greatest shatterer of dreams who had ever dwelt on earth.”

“I did not love her, I did not even know her. And for all that, I was touched and conquered. I wanted to save her, to sacrifice myself for her, to commit a thousand follies! Strange thing! How does it happen that the presence of a woman overwhelms us so? Is it the power of her grace which enfolds us? Is it the seduction of her beauty and youth, which intoxicates one like wine?
Is it not rather the touch of Love, of Love the Mysterious, who seeks constantly to unite two beings, who tries his strength the instant he has put a man and a woman face to face?”