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WIDGER'S QUOTATIONS
by David Widger
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VOLUMES:
Complete Short Stories, by Maupassant 3090 Short Stories V13, by Guy de Maupassant 3089 Short Stories V12, by Guy de Maupassant 3088 Short Stories V11, by Guy de Maupassant 3087 Short Stories V10, by Guy de Maupassant 3086 Short Stories V9, by Guy de Maupassant 3085 Short Stories V8, by Guy de Maupassant 3084 Short Stories V7, by Guy de Maupassant 3083 Short Stories V6, by Guy de Maupassant 3082 Short Stories V5, by Guy de Maupassant 3081 Short Stories V4, by Guy de Maupassant 3080 Short Stories V3, by Guy de Maupassant 3079 Short Stories V2, by Guy de Maupassant 3078 Short Stories V1, by Guy de Maupassant 3077
Contents of the 13 Volumes
Guy De Maupassant--a Study by Pol. Neveux
Boule De Suif Two Friends The Lancer's Wife The Prisoners Two Little Soldiers Father Milon A Coup D'etat Lieutenant Lare's Marriage The Horrible Madame Parisse Mademoiselle Fifi A Duel
The Colonel's Ideas Mother Sauvage Epiphany The Mustache Madame Baptiste The Question of Latin A Meeting The Blind Man Indiscretion A Family Affair Beside Schopenhauer's Corpse
Miss Harriet Little Louise Roque The Donkey Moiron The Dispenser of Holy Water The Parricide Bertha The Patron The Door A Sale The Impolite Sex A Wedding Gift The Relic
The Moribund The Gamekeeper The Story of a Farm Girl The Wreck Theodule Sabot's Confession The Wrong House The Diamond Necklace The Marquis De Fumerol The Trip of the Horla Farewell The Wolf The Inn
Monsieur Parent Queen Hortense Timbuctoo Tombstones Mademoiselle Pearl The Thief Clair De Lune Waiter, a "Bock" After Forgiveness In the Spring A Queer Night in Paris
That Costly Ride Useless Beauty The Father My Uncle Sosthenes The Baroness Mother and Son The Hand A Tress of Hair On the River The Cripple A Stroll Alexandre The Log Julie Romaine The Rondoli Sisters
The False Gems Fascination Yvette Samoris A Vendetta My Twenty-five Days "The Terror" Legend of Mont St. Michel A New Year's Gift Friend Patience Abandoned The Maison Tellier Denis My Wife The Unknown The Apparition
Clochette The Kiss The Legion of Honor The Test Found on a Drowned Man The Orphan The Beggar The Rabbit His Avenger My Uncle Jules The Model A Vagabond The Fishing Hole The Spasm In the Wood Martine All over The Parrot A Piece of String
Toine Madame Husson's Rosier The Adopted Son A Coward Old Mongilet Moonlight The First Snowfall Sundays of a Bourgeois A Recollection Our Letters The Love of Long Ago Friend Joseph The Effeminates Old Amable
The Christening The Farmer's Wife The Devil The Snipe The Will Walter Schnaff's Adventure At Sea Minuet The Son That Pig of a Morin Saint Anthony Lasting Love Pierrot A Normandy Joke Father Matthew
The Umbrella Belhomme's Beast Discovery The Accursed Bread The Dowry The Diary of a Mad Man The Mask The Penguins Rock A Family Suicides An Artifice Dreams Simon's Papa
The Child A Country Excursion Rose Rosalie Prudent Regret A Sister's Confession Coco A Dead Woman's Secret A Humble Drama Mademoiselle Cocotte The Corsican Bandit The Grave
Old Judas The Little Cask Boitelle A Widow The Englishmen of Etretat Magnetism A Fathers Confession A Mother of Monsters An Uncomfortable Bed A Portrait The Drunkard The Wardrobe The Mountain Pool A Cremation Misti Madame Hermet The Magic Couch
SHORT STORIES V1 3077
Anguish of suspense made men even desire the arrival of enemies Dependent, like other emotions, on surroundings Devouring faith which is the making of martyrs and visionaries Freemasonry made up of those who possess Great ones of this world who make war I am learning my trade Insolent like all in authority Legitimized love always despises its easygoing brother Like all women, being very fond of indigestible things Presence of a woman, that sovereign inspiration Spirit of order and arithmetic in the business house Subtleties of expression to describe the most improper things Thin veneer of modesty of every woman Thrill of furious and bestial anger which urges on a mob to massacre
SHORT STORIES V2 3078
Chronic passion for cleaning Greatest shatterer of dreams who had ever dwelt on earth Hardly understand at all those bellicose ardors Key of a door Kiss of the man without a mustache Let us be indignant, or let us be enthusiastic Muscles of their faces have never learned the motions of laughter Resisted that feeling of comfort and relief Unconscious brutality which is so common in the country What is sadder than a dead house
SHORT STORIES V3 3079
Did wrong in doing her duty Don't talk about things you know nothing about Impenetrable night, thicker than walls and empty Love is always love, come whence it may My God! my God!" without believing, nevertheless, in God Pines, close at hand, seemed to be weeping Preserved in a pickle of innocence She was an ornament, not a home
SHORT STORIES V4 3080
The warm autumn sun was beating down on the farmyard. Under the grass, which had been cropped close by the cows, the earth soaked by recent rains, was soft and sank in under the feet with a soggy noise, and the apple trees, loaded with apples, were dropping their pale green fruit in the dark green grass.
The servant, Rose, remained alone in the large kitchen, where the fire was dying out on the hearth beneath the large boiler of hot water. From time to time she dipped out some water and slowly washed her dishes, stopping occasionally to look at the two streaks of light which the sun threw across the long table through the window, and which showed the defects in the glass.
The fowls were lying on the steaming dunghill; some of them were scratching with one claw in search of worms, while the cock stood up proudly in their midst. When he crowed, the cocks in all the neighboring farmyards replied to him, as if they were uttering challenges from farm to farm.
Neither could there be any scruples about an unequal match between them, for in the country every one is very nearly equal; the farmer works with his laborers, who frequently become masters in their turn, and the female servants constantly become the mistresses of the establishments without its making any change in their life or habits.
Is it not rather the touch of Love, of Love the Mysterious, who seeks constantly to unite two beings, who tries his strength the instant he has put a man and a woman face to face?
SHORT STORIES V5 3081
Calling all religious things "weeper's wares" Everyone has his share How much excited cowardice there often is in boldness Love has no law People do not think as they speak, and do not speak as they act Rage of a timid man She saw that he would yield on every point
SHORT STORIES V6 3082
As he had never enjoyed anything, he desired nothing Do you know how I picture God? Don't know what to say, for I am always terribly stupid at first Hotel bed: Who has occupied it the night before? Irresistible force of mutual affection Isn't for the fun of it, anyhow! Love must unsettle the mind Machine for bringing children into the world Moments of friendly silence One cannot both be and have been Only by going a long distance from home Sadness of existences that have had their day Well-planned disorder When did you lie, the last time or now?
SHORT STORIES V7 3083
A sceptical genius has said: "God made man in his image and man has returned the compliment." This saying is an eternal truth, and it would be very curious to write the history of the local divinity of every continent as well as the history of the patron saints in each one of our provinces. The negro has his ferocious man-eating idols; the polygamous Mahometan fills his paradise with women; the Greeks, like a practical people, deified all the passions.
Pierre Letoile was silent. His companions were laughing. One of them said: "Marriage is indeed a lottery; you must never choose your numbers. The haphazard ones are the best."--Another added by way of conclusion: "Yes, but do not forget that the god of drunkards chose for Pierre."
No noise in the little park, no breath of air in the leaves; no voice passes through this silence. One ought to write at the entrance to this district: 'No one laughs here; they take care of their health.'
"Listen, Jacques. He has forbidden me to see you again, and I will not play this comedy of coming secretly to your house. You must either lose me or take me."--"My dear Irene, in that case, obtain your divorce, and I will marry you."--"Yes, you will marry me in--two years at the soonest. Yours is a patient love."
SHORT STORIES V8 3084
"Do you know the people who live in the little red cottage at the end of the Rue du Berceau?"--Madame Bondel was out of sorts. She answered: "Yes and no; I am acquainted with them, but I do not care to know them."
It seems that he had led a bad life, that is to say, he had squandered a little money, which action, in a poor family, is one of the greatest crimes. With rich people a man who amuses himself only sows his wild oats. He is what is generally called a sport. But among needy families a boy who forces his parents to break into the capital becomes a good- for-nothing, a rascal, a scamp. And this distinction is just, although the action be the same, for consequences alone determine the seriousness of the act.
"Why; you are just the same as the others, you fool!" That was indeed bravado, one of those pieces of impudence of which a woman makes use when she dares everything, risks everything, to wound and humiliate the man who has aroused her ire. This poor man must also be one of those deceived husbands, like so many others. He had said sadly: "There are times when she seems to have more confidence and faith in our friends than in me." That is how a husband formulated his observations on the particular attentions of his wife for another man. That was all. He had seen nothing more. He was like the rest--all the rest!
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