The quarrels of lovers are like summer storms. Everything is more beautiful when they have passed.
Suzanne CurchodThe old age of women is bearable only on condition that they do not take up any room, do not make any noise, do not demand any service; on condition that they render all the service that is expected of them, and actually have no existence except for the good of others.
Suzanne CurchodWhen death gives us a long lease of life, it takes as hostages all those whom we have loved.
Suzanne Curchod