Moi Quotes

1. "Il y a des gens qui savent expliquer ; d'autres, comme moi, ne font qu'ajouter davantage de flou à la trame inextricable de la réalité."
Author: Albahari, David

2. "Crois-moi, il n'y a pas de grande douleur, pas de grands repentirs, de grands souvenirs. Tout s'oublie même les grandes amours. C'est ce qu'il y a de triste et d'exaltant à la fois dans la vie. Il y a seulement une certaine façon de voir les choses et elle surgit de temps en temps. C'est pour ça qu'il est bon quand même d'avoir eu un grand amour, une passion malheureuse dans sa vie. Ça fait du moins un alibi pour les désespoirs sans raison dont nous sommes accablés."
Author: Albert Camus

3. "Ne marche pas devant moi, je ne suivrai peut-être pas. Ne marche pas derrière moi, je ne te guiderai peut-être pas. Marche juste à côté de moi et sois mon ami."
Author: Albert Camus

4. "Nuoren ihmisen on murrosiässä ensin hylättävä kaikki, mikä hänelle siihen asti on ollut rakasta, jotta hän voi rakentaa uudet arvot. Samoin Friedrich Nietzsche, joka ei koskaan ollut kokenut puberteetin kapinaa ja joka 12 vuotiaana oli kirjoittanut sovinnaisia ja pikkuvanhoja merkintöjä päiväkirjaansa, ryhtyy nyt 25 vuotiaana hyökkäämään hänelle aiemmin arvokasta kulttuuria vastaan, alkaa pilkata sitä, vääristellä sitä absurditeettiin asti. Eikä hän tee sitä aikuistumassa olevan nuoren ihmisen keinoin vaan filologin ja filosofian professorin pitkälle kehittyneen älyn asein.On aivan selvää, että tällä kielellä on voimaa ja että se tekee vaikutuksen."
Author: Alice Miller

5. "Il y a tant de gens qui poussent la sophistication jusqu'à lire sans lire. Comme des hommes grenouilles, ils traversent les livres sans prendre une goutte d'eau....- Ce sont les lecteurs-grenouilles. Ils forment l'immense majorité des lecteurs humains, et pourtant je n'ai découvert leur existence que très tard. Je suis d'une telle naïveté. Je pensais que tout le monde lisait comme moi; moi, je lis comme je mange."
Author: Amélie Nothomb

6. "À une passanteLa rue assourdissante autour de moi hurlait.?Longue, mince, en grand deuil, douleur majestueuse,?Une femme passa, d'une main fastueuse?Soulevant, balançant le feston et l'ourlet;Agile et noble, avec sa jambe de statue.?Moi, je buvais, crispé comme un extravagant,?Dans son oeil, ciel livide où germe l'ouragan,?La douceur qui fascine et le plaisir qui tue.Un éclair . . . puis la nuit! — Fugitive beauté ?Dont le regard m'a fait soudainement renaître,?Ne te verrai-je plus que dans l'éternité?Ailleurs, bien loin d'ici! trop tard! jamais peut-être!?Car j'ignore où tu fuis, tu ne sais où je vais,?Ô toi que j'eusse aimée, ô toi qui le savais!"
Author: Charles Baudelaire

7. "If you want self-esteem." "Do estimable acts" ~ V, from A Piece of Cake: Memoir"
Author: Cupcake Brown

8. "Nous avons tous les deux laissé filer notre train, c'était un travail d'équipe professionnel, après des mois intenses passés à s'entraîner à rater les stations."
Author: Daniel Glattauer

9. "When Millennials face turmoil, they don't just need answers from God, they need God."
Author: David Kinnaman

10. "It was the lack of a clear reason that got to her most, & it stabbed her that a relationship that had once seemed unbreakable could slip apart so easily due to nothing more than time, family turmoil, & growth spurts."
Author: Dennis Lehane

11. "No one could hear them over the carriage wheels, yet somehow it felt right to whisper. His eyes dropped to her gaping bodice. One nipple was reddened and still moist. He averted his eyes, swallowing. His erection, silly thing, didn't know the show was over."
Author: Elizabeth Hoyt

12. "This is the testimony of all the good books, sermons, hymns, and memoirs I read--that God's ways are infinitely perfect; that we are to love Him for what He is and therefore equally as much when He afflicts as when He prospers us; that there is no real happiness but in doing and suffering His will; and that this life is but a scene of probation through which we pass to the real life above."
Author: Elizabeth Payson Prentiss

13. "A memoir is always the most authentic telling of a situation, but a novel gets to different places."
Author: Emma Donoghue

14. "No, mademoiselle, I would not like to see the children's menu. I have no doubt that the children's menu itself tastes better than the meals on it. I would like to order à la carte. Or don't you serve fish to minors?"
Author: Eoin Colfer

15. "Musique, nourriture et femmes. Tels sont les grands plaisirs de la vie. Les plaisirs durables. Vous apprendrez cela, jeune moine.- J'ajouterais les livres, fit Claude, quelque peu embarassé. Vous savez, de bons livres.- Bien entendu! Vous êtes un amateur de livres! C'est parfait.- Ils ne vous laissent pas tomber."
Author: Frank Conroy

16. "I am sure that deep down Ikhmenev was in a state of turmoil and pain as he witnessed the tears and torment of his poor wife; I am sure it was more agonizing for him than for her - but he could not control himself. This is what happens sometimes even with the most kind-hearted of people, who are nevertheless weak-willed, and who, despite their kind-heartedness, are apt to get carried off into a state of ecstasy when unburdening themselves of their grief and anger, even at the expense of hurting someone innocent, more often than not someone who is dear to them."
Author: Fyodor Dostoyevsky

17. "Being the StreamMeditation is not just a rest or retreat from the turmoil of thestream or the impurity of the world. It is a way of being the stream,so that one can be at home in both the white water and the eddies.Meditation may take one out of the world, but it also puts one totallyinto it."
Author: Gary Snyder

18. "Je finirai bien par te rencontrer quelque partbon dieu!et contre tout ce qui me rend absent et douloureuxpar le mince regard qui me reste au fond du froidj'affirme ô mon amour que tu existesje corrige notre vienous n'irons plus mourir de langueurà des milles de distance dans nos rêves bourrasquesdes filets de sang dans la soif craquelée de nos lèvresles épaules baignées de vols de mouettesnonj'irai te chercher nous vivrons sur la terrela détresse n'est pas incurable qui fait de moiune épave de dérision, un ballon d'indécenceun pitre aux larmes d'étincelles et de lésions profondesfrappe l'air et le feu de mes soifscoule-moi dans tes mains de ciel de soiela tête la première pour ne plus revenir"
Author: Gaston Miron

19. "Moi ? C'est une image que je poursuis, rien de plus."
Author: Gérard De Nerval

20. "- Aimer, c'est toujours dangereux, Martin ! Aimer, c'est espérer tout gagner en risquant de tout perdre, et c'est aussi parfois accepter de prendre le risque d'être moins aimé que l'on n'aime.- Eh bien tu vois, dit-il en se levant de table, ce risque, je crois que je ne suis plus prêt à le prendre."
Author: Guillaume Musso

21. "Madame Bellwings, Memoir Elf Coordinator, was not at all pleased with this request, because elves who write the memoirs of teenage girls have the habit of returning to the magical realm with atrocious grammar. They can't seem to shake the phrases "watever" and "no way," and they insert the word like into so many sentences that the other elves start slapping them...and for no apparent reason occasionally call out the name Edward Cullen."
Author: Janette Rallison

22. "Moisture and greeness have to do with innocence, love, heart, feelings and tears. All of the [fluids] in our body become moist when we are moved-we cry, we lubricate, we bleed, all of the numinous experiences of our bodies have to do with moisture. And it's moisture that brings life to this planet, that is the cure for the desert experience and the cure for aridness."
Author: Jean Shinoda Bolen

23. "I see a lily on thy brow,With anguish moist and fever dew;And on thy cheek a fading roseFast withereth too."
Author: John Keats

24. "SONG OF DAWNI saw the sun rise by accident.It was a horrible sight.Annoyed by its splendor, I sought refugein a moist pillow, and lay there, alone,at the dawn of another day,that brought me closer to another death,pondering the vanity of my solitude,the vanity of procrastination,and the tiresome inevitability of waking upagain the same person.It might still be possible to change,but obstinately I remain the same,hoping that others might take solacein my consistency.But perhaps they take no solace in it,perhaps they too find it tedious."
Author: John Tottenham

25. "Everyone - rich or poor, black or white, educated or not - is in emotional turmoil, in some sort of pain. (51)"
Author: Keith Ablow

26. "Tout ce qui n'est pas moi est incompréhensible."
Author: Louis Aragon

27. "The tumults of time are oft passed by in records of the private memoirist; for our days consist not of the Senatorial speech and the refracted solar beam cast through heroic cloud, but rather of bread eaten, and ink blotted, and talk of the sermon, and walks along the whiskery avenues in the garden."
Author: M.T. Anderson

28. "Il y a autant de mondes différents qu'il y a de vies dans l'univers ; mon monde à moi a commencé le jour où tu es né, au moment où je t'ai tenu dans mes bras."
Author: Marc Levy

29. "But, don't you see, since we happened to have M. de Cambremer here, and he is a Marquis, while you are only a Baron. . . . " "Pardon me," M. de Charlus replied with an arrogant air to the astonished Verdurin, "I am also Duc de Brabant, Damoiseau de Montargis, Prince d'Oloron, de Carency, de Viareggio and des Dunes. However, it is not of the slightest importance. Please do not distress yourself," he concluded, resuming his subtle smile which spread itself over these final words: "I could see at a glance that you were not accustomed to society."
Author: Marcel Proust

30. "Accepter que tel ou tel être, que nous aimions, soit mort. Accepter que tel et tel, vivants, aient eu leurs faiblesses, leurs bassesses, leurs erreurs, que nous essayons vainement de recourvrir de pieux mensonges, un peu par respect et par pitié pour eux, beaucoup par pitié pour nous-mêmes, et pour la vaine gloire d'avoir aimé seulement la perfection, l'intelligence ou la beauté. Accepter qu'ils soient morts avant leur temps, parce qu'il n'y a pas de temps. Accepter de les oublier, puisque l'oubli fait partie de l'ordre des choses. Accepter de s'en souvenir, puisqu'en secret la mémoire se câche au fond de l'oubli. Accepter même, mais en se promettant de faire mieux la prochaine fois, et à la prochaine rencontre, de les avoir maladroitement ou médiocrement aimés."
Author: Marguerite Yourcenar

31. "It's pierogis. From Svichkar's. Probably cold. It seemed...Oh,crap. It was a really stupid thing to bring, wasn't it? My mother just has this thing about never arriving empty-handed."I tugged the bag out of his hands. "It's perfect. Merci beaucoup, Monsieur Bainbridge.""Je t'en prie, Mademoiselle Marino."Okay, so it's just the semiformal way to say "You're welcome" in French, but anyone who says Italian is the language of romance is probably Italian."
Author: Melissa Jensen

32. "Qu'est-ce qu'un chien, sinon une machine à aimer ? On lui présente un être humain, en lui donnant pour mission de l'aimer - et aussi disgracieux, pervers, déformé ou stupide soit-il, le chien l'aime. Cette caractéristique était si surprenante, si frappante pour les humains de l'ancienne race que la plupart - tous les témoignages concordent - en venaient à aimer leur chien en retour. le chien était donc une machine à aimer à effet d'entraînement - dont l'efficacité, cependant, restait limitée aux chiens, et ne s'étendait jamais aux autres hommes. (La possibilité d'une île, Danie l25,2)"
Author: Michel Houellebecq

33. "Je coulais un regard à George à moitié nu avec sa serviette de toilette puis à Barckley complètement nu avec son... Rien. Un vampire et un loup-garou. Je secouai la tête. C'était pourtant évident:j'avais encore fait l'un de ses rêves où j'étais Anita Blake"
Author: Michelle Rowen

34. "J'ai compris que mon père avait vécu dans un monde où le mystère est divin, et moi dans un monde où le mystère est humain."
Author: Monique LaRue

35. "She wondered when her daughter would realise that for the most part, people weren't that different. Young and old, male or female, pretty much everyone she knew wanted the same things: The wanted to feel peace in their hearts, they wanted a life without turmoil, they wanted to be happy. The difference, she thought, was that most young people seemed to think that those things lay somewhere in the future. While most older people believed that they lay in the past."
Author: Nicholas Sparks

36. "So deeply moved, he pulled the cassette from the machine, flipped it back over to the beginning, fitted it back into its snug carriage of capstans and guiding pins, and pressed play, thinking that he might preserve such a mood of pure, clean sorrow by listening back to his narrative. He imagined that his memoir might now sound like those of an admirable stranger, a person he did not know but whom he immediately recognized and loved dearly. Instead, the voice he heard sounded nasally and pinched and, worse, not very well educated, as if he were a bumpkin who had been called, perhaps even in mockery, to testify about holy things, as if not the testimony but the fumbling through it were the reason for his presence in front of some dire, heavenly senate. He listened to six seconds of the tape before he ejected it and threw it into the fire burning in the woodstove."
Author: P. Harding

37. "I have had the following thought: what if God were not a mathematician? What if He had been working, like Katarina and August and me, without actually having defined either questions or answers? And what if His result had not been exact, but approximate? An approximate balance perhaps. Not something that had to be improved upon, a springboard to further achievement, but something that was already more or less complete and in equilibrium. Like two trees and the sun and the moisture from the earth, between which all you had to do was to spin your web to the beat of you ability, and that would have been enough, no more would be expected. And if any development should take place, then it would take place partly by itself, there would be no need for you to achieve anything extreme, you could just remain true to your nature, and it would take place. Now what if that were the intention?"
Author: Peter Høeg

38. "Memoirs lie, but fiction tells the truth."
Author: Philip Roth

39. "La culture, c'est comme la confiture, moins on en a, plus on l'étale."
Author: Pierre Desproges

40. "Les hémorragies cérébrales sont moins fréquentes chez les amateurs et les joueurs de football que chez le reste de la population. Les cerveaux aussi."
Author: Pierre Desproges

41. "We're going to open this bookcase and remove the grimoire."Now I wasn't surprised so much as shocked. "No way," I shot back. "This thing is enchanted to hell and back-maybe literally."Dad closed his eyes and took a deep breath, like he was having to physically restrain himself from yelling."
Author: Rachel Hawkins

42. "Remember that grief is a necessary pain. It's your only way to heal. To starve it will destroy you."~The Grimoire"
Author: S.M. Boyce

43. "I'm feeling a low regarding writing. I sometimes think I should finish working on my book of stripper poetry that I started, but other times I feel like it's not worth it. Sometimes I think I should work on my comic book idea, and then other times I want to work on a website, and still other times I think I should be working on this memoir. That's a lot of thinking about writing without a whole lot of writing going on."
Author: Sheila Hageman

44. "Did I break you?" Bathymaas"What makes you think that?" Aricles"Why do you leak so?" Bathymaas"I don't know. It just does that sometimes." Aricles"Is it the same as when I grow moist between my legs whenever you're near?" Bathymaas"I-I suppose it is." Aricles"Your body is so different from min. Are all men like you?" Bathymaas"I would assume, but I don't make it a habit of being with naked men, especially when they're aroused." Aricles"
Author: Sherrilyn Kenyon

45. "The air had that pellucid mountain clarity that made shapes sharper and colors truer. The green of the paddy fields wasn't just green, but a lusty green, full of hunger for sunlight and moisture. And the slopes weren't mere hulks of rock, but the ribs of the valley, protecting the delicate strip of fertile soil from the worst of the harsh elements."
Author: Sherry Thomas

46. "Mi se deschide privireavad o alta lume în groapama viziteaza stramo?ii în groapaapollo, zagreus, pan, zamolxis,nietzsche?i poate în sfâr?it voi muri de fericire"
Author: Ştefan Bolea

47. "We live through myriads of seconds, yet it is always one, just one, that casts our entire inner world into turmoil, the second when (as Stendhal has described it) the internal inflorescence, already steeped in every kind of fluid, condenses and crystallizes—a magical second, like the moment of generation, and like that moment concealed in the warm interior of the individual life, invisible, untouchable, beyond the reach of feeling, a secret experienced alone. No algebra of the mind can calculate it, no alchemy of premonition divine it, and it can seldom perceive itself."
Author: Stefan Zweig

48. "Je t'ai envoyé aujourd'hui mon portrait à moi; il faut le regarder pendant quelque temps, tu verras, j'espère que ma physionomie s'est bien calmée, quoique le regard soit vague davantage qu'auparavant, à ce qui me parait."
Author: Vincent Van Gogh

49. "Old Azureus's manner of welcoming people was a silent rhapsody. Ecstatically beaming, slowly, tenderly, he would take your hand between his soft palms, hold it thus as if it were a long sought treasure or a sparrow all fluff and heart, in moist silence, peering at you the while with his beaming wrinkles rather than with his eyes, and then, very slowly, the silvery smile would start to dissolve, the tender old hands would gradually release their hold, a blank expression replace the fervent light of his pale fragile face, and he would leave you as if he had made a mistake, as if after all you were not the loved one - the loved one whom, the next moment, he would espy in another corner, and again the smile would dawn, again the hands would enfold the sparrow, again it would all dissolve."
Author: Vladimir Nabokov

50. "Beautiful surroundings, the society of learned men, the charm of noble women, the graces of art, could not make up for the loss of those light-hearted mornings of the desert, for that wind that made one a boy again. He had noticed that this peculiar quality in the air of new countries vanished after they were tamed by man and made to bear harvests. Parts of Texas and Kansas that he had first known as open range had since been made into rich farming districts, and the air had quite lost that lightness, that dry, aromatic odour. The moisture of plowed land, the heaviness of labour and growth and grain-bearing, utterly destroyed it; one could breathe that only on the bright edges of the world, on the great grass plains or the sage-brush desert."
Author: Willa Cather

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