Langoisse De Mort Quotes

The sign above the door was written in French. It read: ARRÊTE ! C'EST ICI L'EMPIRE DE LA MORT.
"That means," he explained to Gini, "'Stop! It is here the Empire of Death. ~ Paul Aertker

The memory of the dead is indeed a good remorse. (Le souvenir des morts - Est bien un bon remords) ~ Charles De Leusse

Massoud is dead, but not the hope ! (Massoud est mort, - Mais pas l'espoir !) ~ Charles De Leusse

Who sees the death blinds the death. (Qui voit la mort - Aveugle la mort) ~ Charles De Leusse

La Mort De La Belle / Do You Wanna Do"

do you wanna do
all those things, that you've wanted to
dont be shy
i know it's true
take my hand
just like you do
be, wont you let me be
your friend
not your enemy
dont be brash
you know ive tried
dont be filled with hate and pride
you will always know that you want it
you will always know that you won ~ Gorgeous Bully

I find my familiarity with thee has bred contempt. ~ Miguel De Cervantes

A valise without straps. A hole without a key. She had a German mouth, French ears, Russian ass. Cunt international. When the flag waved it was red all the way back to the throat. You entered on the Boulevard Jules-Ferry and came out at the Porte de la Villette. You dropped
your sweetbreads into the tumbrils – red tumbrils with two wheels, naturally. At the confluence of the Ourcq and Marne, where the water sluices through the dikes and lies like glass under the
bridges. ~ Henry Miller

We allow for complexity, and therefore make accommodations for disagreement and its patient resolution, in most of the big areas of life: international trade, immigration, oncology . . . But when it comes to domestic existence, we tend to make a fateful presumption of ease, which in turn inspires in us a tense aversion to protracted negotiation. We would think it peculiar indeed to devote a two-day ~ Alain De Botton

Our enemies' opinion of us comes closer to the truth than our own. ~ Francois De La Rochefoucauld

I dream of living, you see. That's all, just living. And that's the most ambitious dream there is. ~ Maurizio De Giovanni

I hold those wise who know how to be happy. ~ Ninon De L'Enclos

In each soul, God loves and partly saves the whole world which that soul sums up in an incommunicable and particular way. ~ Pierre Teilhard De Chardin

All my life I have had a certain idea of France. ~ Charles De Gaulle

What is madness ... to go on platonically loving a woman who will never love you. ~ Gerard De Nerval

At first, I was shocked that Diane could even suggest this family reunion [on television], and then I realized this is just the way of the world, or at least the way of fin de siecle America. Not only would the next revolution be televised, but so would every other little stupid thing. It was already happening: Television reunions between adopted children and their birth parents ... ~ Elizabeth Wurtzel

The books the Holy Spirit is writing are living, and every soul a volume in which the divine author makes a true revelation of his word, explaining it to every heart, unfolding it in every moment. ~ Jean-Pierre De Caussade

What we find exotic abroad may be what we hunger for in vain at home. ~ Alain De Botton

The whole art of living is to make use of the individuals through whom we suffer. ~ Alain De Botton

Man should forget his anger before he lies down to sleep. ~ Thomas De Quincey

Music is the worst of them - roiling and boiling - overly emotionalized on the one hand, overly intellectuallized on the other. Bach and Mozart indeed! Bach inevitably makes me think of fish in a barrel! round and round and round they go and nothing ever happens. Nothing ! Tum -de-dum-dum. Tum -de-dum-dum and that's all! Tum -de-dum-de-bloody-dum-dum! As for Mozart, his emotions did not mature beyond the age of twelve. never achieved adolescence, let alone puberty. his music merely combines a popular talent for slapstick and a commercial talent for tears. No - not tears. For sobs. Beethoven, pompous. Chopin - sickly sweet and given to tantrums - Tum -de-dum-dum- Bang! and Wagner - a self -centred bore. and Stravinsky - discordant, rude and blows his music through his nose ~ Timothy Findley

The ideal of happiness has always taken material form in the house, whether cottage or castle; it stands for permanence and separation from the world. ~ Simone De Beauvoir

I came here in a car like everybody else. In a car filled with shit I thought meant something and shortly thereafter tossed on the street: DVDs, soon to be irrelevant, a box of digital and film cameras for a still-latent photography talent, a copy of On the Road that I couldn't finish, and a Swedish-modern lamp from Walmart. It was a long, dark drive from a place so small you couldn't find it on a generous map...Does anyone come to New York clean? I'm afraid not….Yes, I'd come to escape, but from what? The twin pillars of football and church? The low, faded homes on childless cul-de-sacs? Morning of the Gazette and boxed doughnuts? The sedated, sentimental middle of it? It didn't matter. I would never know exactly, for my life, like most, moved only imperceptibly and definitely forward...Let's say I was born in late June of 2006 when I came over the George Washington Bridge at seven a.m. with the sun circulating and dawning, the sky full of sharp corners of light, before the exhaust rose, before the heat gridlocked in, windows unrolled, radio turned up to some impossibly hopeful pop song, open, open, open. ~ Stephanie Danler

Rare indeed, is the relationship in which the other is not cultivated for what one can get for oneself. ~ Anthony De Mello

One of the benefits that oppression secures for the oppressor is that the humblest among them feels superior. ~ Simone De Beauvoir

..... he had ridden right through the gates of the palace. Of course, people rode through
the gates of the palace every day, but most of them needed the things to be opened first.
The guards on the other side were rigid with fear, because they thought they had seen a ghost.
They would have been far more frightened if they had known that a ghost was almost exactly
what they hadn't seen.
The guard outside the doors of the great hall had seen it happen too, but he had time to gather his
wits, or such that remained, and raise his spear as Binky trotted across the courtyard.
'Halt,' he croaked. 'Halt. What goes where?'
Mort saw him for the first time.
'What?' he said, still lost in thought.
The guard ran his tongue over his dry lips, and backed away. Mort slid off Binky's back and
walked forward.
'I meant, what goes there?' the guard tried again, with a mixture of doggedness and suicidal
stupidity that marked him for early promotion.
Mort caught the spear gently and lifted it out of the way of the door. As he did so the torchlight
illuminated his face.
'Mort,' he said softly.
It should have been enough for any normal soldier, but this guard was officer material.
'I mean, friend or foe?' he stuttered, trying to avoid Mort's gaze.
'Which would you prefer?' he grinned. It wasn't quite the grin of his master, but it was a pretty
effective grin and didn't have a trace of humour in it.
Terry Pratchett

Make use of life while you have it. Whether you have lived enough depends upon yourself, not on the number of your years. ~ Michel De Montaigne

He had died for his beliefs; chief among them was the very Hugglestonian one that bravery could replace armour, and that Klatchians would turn and run if you shouted loud enough. ~ Terry Pratchett

The only rose without thorns is friendship. ~ Madeleine De Scudery

The earth has been cultivated before it has been divided; the cultivation itself having been the only motive for a division, and for that law which secures to every one his property. For the first persons who have employed themselves in cultivation, have probably worked as much land as their strength would permit, and, consequently, more than was necessary for their own nourishment. ~ Anne-Robert-Jacques Turgot, Baron De Laune

Be thankful every time ,when someone is good to you. Don't forget that every kindness or good deed is a sacrifice to the person who is doing it. ~ De Philosopher DJ Kyos

Discouragement is of all ages: In youth it is a presentiment, in old age a remembrance. ~ Honore De Balzac