Marguerite Yourcenar Quotes
Top 50 wise famous quotes and sayings by Marguerite Yourcenar
Marguerite Yourcenar Famous Quotes & Sayings
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To stay in one place and watch the seasons come and go is tanatmount to constant travel: One is traveling with the earth.
But happiness is brittle, and if men and circumstances don't destroy it, it is threatened by ghosts.
[On travel:] Who would be so besotted as to die without having made at least the round of this, his prison?
Our great mistake is to try to exact from each person virtues which he does not possess, and to neglect the cultivation of those which he has.
Suffering turns us into egotists, for it absorbs us completely: it is later, in the form of memory, that it teaches us compassion.
The world is big ... May it please the One who perchance is to expand the human heart to life's full measure.
In the evenings the art of building gave way to that of music, which is architecture, too, though invisible.
I am not sure that the discovery of love is necessarily more exquisite than the discovery of poetry.
Water drunk more reverently still, from the hands or from the spring itself, diffuses within us the most secret salt of earth and the rain of heaven.
If you love life you also love the past, because it is the present as it has survived in memory. Translation by David Downie
Men who care passionately for women attach themselves at least as much to the temple and to the accessories of the cult as to their goddess herself.
Our true birthplace is that in which we cast for the first time an intelligent eye on ourselves. My first homelands were my books.
I believe that friendship, like love, of which it is a particular kind, requires nearly as much art as a successful choreography.
On the whole, however, it is only out of pride or gross ignorance, or cowardice, that we refuse to see in the present the lineaments of times to come.
A being afire with life cannot foresee death; in fact, by each of his deeds he denies that death exists.
Human beings betray their worst failings when they marvel to find that a world ruler is neither foolishly indolent, presumptuous, nor cruel.
One reads thousands of books, of poets, modern and ancient, as one meets thousands of people. What remains of it all is hard to tell.
Attianus had been right in his conjectures: the virgin gold of respect would be too soft without some alloy of fear.
The story-tellers and spinners of erotic tales are hardly more than butchers who hang up meat attractive to flies.
This city belongs to ghosts, to murderers, to sleepwalkers. Where are you, in what bed, in what dream?