the days, and the months, and the years, pass so swiftly, that I can no longer retain them. Time, in its flight, hurries me away, in spite of myself; in vain I endeavor to stop him, he drags me along: the thought of this alarms me.
Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne. . . this life is a perpetual chequer-work of good and evil, pleasure and pain. When in possession of what we desire, we are only so much the nearer losing it; and when at a distance from it, we live in expectation of enjoying it again.
Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de SevigneNot to find pleasure in serious reading gives a pastel coloring to the mind.
Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de SevigneFriendships take work. Use disagreements as opportunity to come out better on the other side
Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de SevigneIt is thus that we walk through the world like the blind, not knowing whither we are going, regarding as bad what is good, regarding as good what is bad, and ever in entire ignorance.
Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne... Providence conducts us with so much kindness through the different periods of our life, that we scarcely feel the change; our days glide gently and imperceptibly along, like the motion of the hour-hand, which we cannot discover. ... we advance gradually; we are the same to-day as yesterday, and to-morrow as to-day: thus we go on, without perceiving it, which is a miracle of the Providence I adore.
Marie de Rabutin-Chantal, marquise de Sevigne