It’s hard to communicate anything exactly and that’s why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.

The more humanity advances, the more it is degraded.

Remembering the ball became for Emma a daily occupation. Every time Wednesday came round, she told herself when she woke up: 'Ah! One week ago...two weeks ago...three weeks ago, I was there!' And, little by little, in her memory, the faces all blurred together; she forgot the tunes of the quadrilles; no longer could she so clearly picture the liveries and the rooms; some details disappeared, but the yearning remained.

Life must be a constant education; one must learn everything, from speaking to dying.

Boredom, that silent spider, was spinning its web in the darkness in every corner of her heart.

He dreamed of funeral love, but dreams crumble and the tomb abides

Art is nothing without form.