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Théophile Gautier

Dátum narodenia: 30. august 1811
Dátum úmrtia: 23. október 1872

Théophile Gautier bol francúzsky spisovateľ a básnik.

„Tragické na láske v neskoršom veku je už len to, že čím má človek menej síl milovať, tým viac má chuť.“

„Zabudnutie, druhá smrť.“

„Najväčšie srdcia majú, bohužiaľ, najväčšie bôle.“

„Lož je vždy zaujímavejšia ako pravda a často aj pravdepodobnejšia.“

„Láska je ako šťastie: nemá rada, keď sa za ňou behá.“

„Upozorňujem matky rodín, že to, čo píšem, nie je pre malé dievčatká ktorým sa reže chlieb na krajce. Moje verše sú verše mladého muža, a nie katechizmus.“

„Naozaj pekné je iba to, čo nemôže slúžiť na nič; všetko, čo je užitočné, je škaredé, pretože je výrazom nejakej potreby, a potreby človeka sú podlé a odporné, tak ako jeho úbohá a neduživá povaha.“

„U žien strácajú len bojazlivci, ženy milujú statočných a silných a chcú byť dobývané útokom.“

„Láska je stávka na neomylnosť srdca.“

„Ľúbiť znamená obdivovať srdcom, obdivovať znamená ľúbiť rozumom.“

„Chance is perhaps the pseudonym of God when he does not want to sign.“

„To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind.“

„It is difficult to obtain the friendship of a cat. It is a philosophical animal... one that does not place its affections thoughtlessly.“

„Although it was only six o'clock, the night was already dark. The fog, made thicker by its proximity to the Seine, blurred every detail with its ragged veils, punctured at various distances by the reddish glow of lanterns and bars of light escaping from illuminated windows. The road was soaked with rain and glittered under the street-lamps, like a lake reflecting strings of lights. A bitter wind, heavy with icy particles, whipped at my face, its howling forming the high notes of a symphony whose bass was played by swollen waves crashing into the piers of the bridges below. The evening lacked none of winter's rough poetry.“ Hashish, Wine, Opium

„To be beautiful, handsome, means that you possess a power which makes all smile upon and welcome you; that everybody is impressed in your favor and inclined to be of your opinion; that you have only to pass through a street or to show yourself at a balcony to make friends and to win mistresses from among those who look upon you. What a splendid, what a magnificent gift is that which spares you the need to be amiable in order to be loved, which relieves you of the need of being clever and ready to serve, which you must be if ugly, and enables you to dispense with the innumerable moral qualities which you must possess in order to make up for the lack of personal beauty.“ Mademoiselle de Maupin

„(Decadent style) is ingenious, complicated, learned, full of shades of meaning and research, always pushing further the limits of language... forcing itself to express in thought that which is most ineffable, and in form the vaguest and most fleeting contours; listening that it may translate them to the subtle confidences of the neuropath, to the avowals of aging and depraved passion, and to the singular hallucinations of the fixed idea verging on madness... In opposition to the classic style, it admits of shading, and these shadows teem and swarm with the larvae of superstitions, the haggard phantoms of insomnia, nocturnal terrors, remorse which starts and turns back at the slightest noise, monstrous dreams stayed only by impotence, obscure phantasies at which daylight would stand amazed, and all that the soul conceals of the dark, the unformed, and the vaguely horrible, in its deepest and furthest recesses.“ Charles Baudelaire and His Life

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