Stendhal

“stilul meu va dobandi un caracter specific din clipa cand nu se va mai sinchisi de nimic, va fi exact, nu va adormi.a face curte direct unei femei pe care o doresti e cea mai mare prostie. asta n-ar reusi decat cu o femeie neatinsa de vanitate. si vanitatea femeilor e locul comun al tuturor filozofilor. fie doua surori A si B: daca vrei ca A sa te placa trebuie neaparat sa incepi prin a-i face curte lui B...ajungand la han, am gasit acolo doua fetiscane cu obrajii rumeni. amandoua erau dragute. am apucat-o de cur pe cea mai putin draguta, as fi putut s-o [..] dar m-am gandit ca ar fi imprudent chiar la inceput de campanie. oricum asta mi-a risipit toata melancolia care ma rodea de cand am plecat din Pforzheim si am fost fericit pana la Stuttgart. in timpul drumului am citit Viata lui Alfieri, vol 2.te poti preface o luna-doua dar in cele din urma adevaratul caracter tot iese la iveala: nu tin neaparat sa am femei. Martial a avut, intre 18 si 31 de ani, vreo 22 de femei, dintre care 12 intr-adevar dupa o intriga amoroasa. eu am 25 de ani si in urmatorii 10 ani voi avea probabil 6 femei. voi avea, de asemenea, 20 de cai de acum si pana cand nu voi mai fi in stare sa incalec din pricina varstei.sufletul e oare substanta, sau calitate – pusa odata cu ochiul in trup, consecinta a existentei ochiului? principiul lui Locke potrivit caruia toate ideile ne vin prin simturi, si anatomia pasiunilor asa cum reiese din Helvetius dovedesc ca nu vedem in om niciun fel de efect al sufletului, ca nu exista decat efecte ale simturilor, ca nu exista par conséquent suflet.cele doua portrete ale Imparatului sunt intr-adevar marete, dar Appiani a facut din el un iluminat. se pare ca pictorii nu concep altfel geniul. acea intelegere superioara care surprinde pe cat posibil omeneste raporturile reale dintre lucruri, si care domina evenimentele printr-o prudenta rece, le ramane invizibila.gasesc ca sensibilitatea e inconsistenta, ca autorul [Schiller] n-a adancit suficient ideile majore, in sfarsit ca personajele sale n-au destul spirit [esprit]. exceptand acestea si unele lungimi catre final, piesele sunt bune. dar sensibilitatea intemeiata pe-o serie de idei vagi si umflate, ca aceea din Werther, mi se pare o consecinta a lipsei de spirit specifice natiei, nu ma emotioneaza. raceala germanilor se explica bine prin hrana lor: paine neagra, unt, lapte si bere. cafea totusi, dar ar trebui sa bea vin, si inca din cel mai tare, pt a le insufleti muschii puhavi. apoi lectura Bibliei i-a ajutat si ea sa fie neghiobi si emfatici. de altfel e o cauza care actioneaza si asupra caracterului britanic. dar cei mai mari suverani din sec 18, Frederick II si Catherina II, apartineau acestei natii.”

“Ce n'est pas tant d'être riche qui fait le bonheur, c'est de le devenir.”

“A girl of sixteen had a complexion like a rose, and she put on rouge.”

“Toda verdadeira paixão só pensa em si.”

“Julien felt himself to be strong and resolute like a man who sees clearly into his own heart.”

“Indeed, man has two different beings inside him. What devil thought of that malicious touch?”

“After moral poisoning, one requires physical remedies and a bottle of champagne.”

“An English traveller relates how he lived upon intimate terms with a tiger; he had reared it and used to play with it, but always kept a loaded pistol on the table.”

“They were completely vague. They expressed everything and nothing. 'It is the Æolian harp of style,' thought Julien. 'Amid the most lofty thoughts about annihilation, death, the infinite, etc., I can see no reality save a shocking fear of ridicule.”

“Mathilde returned and strolled past the drawing-room windows; she saw him busily engaged in describing to Madame de Fervaques the old ruined castles that crown the steep banks of the Rhine and give them so distinctive a character. He was beginning to acquit himself none too badly in the use of the sentimental and picturesque language which is called wit in certain drawing-rooms.”

“I am mad, I am going under, I must follow the advice of a friend, and pay no heed to myself.”

“A melancholy air can never be the right thing; what you want is a bored air. If you are melancholy, it must be because you want something, there is something in which you have not succeeded.It is shewing your inferiority. If you are bored, on the other hand, it is the person who has tried in vain to please you who is inferior.”

“The footman burst in, announcing, 'Monsieur le Duc de ---.''Hold your tongue, you fool,' said the Duke as he entered the room. He said this so well, and with such majesty than Julien could not help thinking that knowing how to lose his temper with a footman was the whole extent of this great personage's knowledge.”

“Ah, Sir, a novel is a mirror carried along a high road. At one moment it reflects to your vision the azure skies, at another the mire of the puddles at your feet. And the man who carries this mirror in his pack will be accused by you of being immoral! His mirror shews the mire, and you blame the mirror! Rather blame that high road upon which the puddle lies, still more the inspector of roads who allows the water to gather and the puddle to form.”

“Love born in the brain is more spirited, doubtless, than true love, but it has only flashes of enthusiasm; it knows itself too well, it criticizes itself incessantly; so far from banishing thought, it is itself reared only upon a structure of thought.”

“Mathilde made an effort to use the more intimate form; she was evidently more attentive to this unusual way of speaking than to what she was saying. This use of the singular form, stripped of the tone of affection, ceased, after a moment, to afford Julien any pleasure, he was astonished at the absence of happiness; finally, in order to feel it, he had recourse to his reason. He saw himself highly esteemed by this girl who was so proud, and never bestowed unrestricted praise; by this line of reasoning he arrived at a gratification of his self-esteem.”

“Faith, I am no such fool; everyone for himself in this desert of selfishness which is called life.”

“These gentlemen, although of the highest nobility,' thought Julien, 'are not in the least boring like the people who come to dine with M. de La Mole; and I can see why,' he added a moment later,'they are not ashamed to be indecent.”

“The ordinary procedure of the nineteenth century is that when a powerful and noble personage encounters a man of feeling, he kills, exiles, imprisons or so humiliates him that the other, like a fool, dies of grief.”

“Has he written to you?''He writes frequently.''Shew me his letters this instant, I order you'; and M. de Renal added six feet to his stature.”

“Le mauvais goût mène au crime.”

“For the future, I shall rely only upon those elements of my character which I have tested. Who would ever have said that I should find pleasure in shedding tears? That I should love the man who proves to me that I am nothing more than a fool?”

“In Paris, Julien’s position with regard to Madame de Renal would very soon have been simplified; but in Paris love is the child of the novels. The young tutor and his timid mistress would have found in three or four novels, and even in the lyrics of the Gymnase, a clear statement of their situation. The novels would have outlined for them the part to be played, shown them the model to copy; and this model, sooner or later, albeit without the slightest pleasure, and perhaps with reluctance, vanity would have compelled Julien to follow.In a small town of the Aveyron or the Pyrenees, the slightest incident would have been made decisive by the ardour of the climate. Beneath our more sombre skies, a penniless young man, who is ambitious only because the refinement of his nature puts him in need of some of those pleasures which money provides, is in daily contact with a woman of thirty who is sincerely virtuous, occupied with her children, and never looks to novels for examples of conduct. Everything goes slowly, everything happens by degrees in the provinces: life is more natural.”

“The tyranny of public opinion (and what an opinion!) is as fatuous in the small towns of France as it is in the United States of America.”

“One can acquire everything in solitude except character.”

“If you don't love me, it does not matter, anyway I can love for both of us”

“God's only excuse is that he does not exist”

“La belleza es la promesa de la felicidad”

“La seule excuse de Dieu c'est de ne pas exister.”

“It was the destiny of Napoleon - would it one day be his?”

“Аз живях достатъчно, за да видя, че различието ражда омразата.""Тежък ще е твоят жизнен път. В тебе аз виждам нещо, което обижда простолюдието. Завистта и Клеветата ще те преследват. Където и да те запрати провидението, другарите ти няма да могат да те гледат без омраза; и ако се преструват, че те обичат, то ще е само, за да те погубят по- сигурно.”

“A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love”

“Our true passions are selfish.”

“La politique au milieu des intérêts d'imagination, c'est un coup de pistolet au milieu d'un concert.”

“I love her beauty, but I fear her mind.”

“A good book is an event in my life.”

“Politics in a literary work, is like a gun shot in the middle of a concert, something vulgar, and however, something which is impossible to ignore.”

“Pleasure is often spoiled by describing it.”

“C'est la violente impression du laid sur une âme faite pour aimer ce qui est beau. ”

“Beauty is nothing other than the promise of happiness.”

“A novel is a mirror walking along a main road.”