The cadence of suffering has begun. Every evening at dusk, my heart constricts until night has come.

One stops being a child when one realizes that telling one's trouble does not make it any better.

Great lovers will always be unhappy, because, for them, love is of supreme importance. Consequently they demand of their beloved the same intensity of thought as they have for her, otherwise they feel betrayed.

You don't remember days, you remember moments.

No woman marries for money; they are all clever enough, before marrying a millionaire, to fall in love with him first.

The art of living is the art of knowing how to believe lies. The fearful thing about it is that, not knowing what truth may be, we can still recognize lies.

For women, history does not exist. Murasaki, Sappho, and Madame Lafayette might be their own contemporaries.