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Françoise Sagan

We are born crying, and for good reason,’ he reflected. ‘And the rest of our lives is bound to be a muted reiteration of that cry.

Françoise Sagan

Summer fell upon Paris, with everyone still intently following his own subterranean course of passion or habit and looking up like a startled creature of the night at the blazing June sun. Now, all of a sudden, there was an impelling necessity to go away, to give a continuation or a meaning to the winter that had just gone by.

paris, summer, winter

Françoise Sagan

Nothing brings on jealousy like laughter.

jealousy, laughter

Françoise Sagan

Il arrive un âge où ils ne sont plus séduisants, ni «en forme», comme on dit. Ils ne peuvent plus boire et ils pensent encore aux femmes; seulement ils sont obligés de les payer, d’accepter des quantités de petites compromissions pour échapper à leur solitude. Ils sont bernés, malheureux. C’est ce moment qu’ils choisissent pour devenir sentimentaux et exigeants… J’en ai vu beaucoup devenir ainsi des sortes d’épaves. “A time comes when they are no longer attractive or in good form. They can’t drink any more, and they still hanker after women, only then they have to pay and make compromises in order to escape from their loneliness: they have become just figures of fun. They grow sentimental and hard to please. I haveseen many who have gone the same way.

aging, men, old-age, women

Françoise Sagan

his conscience washed clean by happiness.

guilt, happiness, infidelity

Françoise Sagan

Writing takes a pen, a sheet of paper and, to start with, just the shadow of an idea.

writing, writing-process

Françoise Sagan

Curiosity is the beginning of wisdom.

curiosity, wisdom

Françoise Sagan

Nothing becomes some women more than the prick of ambition. Love, on the contrary, may make them very dull.

ambition, love, women

Françoise Sagan

A Strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow has always appealed to me but now I am almost ashamed of its complete egoism. I have known boredom, regret, and occasionally remorse, but never sorrow. Today it envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, and sets me apart from everybody else.

Françoise Sagan

He was stabbed by memory, that tyrant which impinges upon our dreams and leaps at out throat as soon as we awaken.

Françoise Sagan

There is a certain kind of stupidity reserved for women’s dealings with men.

Françoise Sagan

I like men to behave like men. I like them strong and childish.