Friday, February 27, 2015

Lovers at the Chameleon Club Paris 1932 - Francine Prose



Staying awake seemed like a gift until, as so often happens with gifts, it became a burden.

Belief can be very seductive if what the person believes in is you.

Your lover's jealously knows you better than you do.

There are some people who remain your best friends even if you haven't seen them for ages, and others with whom you start from scratch every time.

How ashamed most of us would be, if we were reminded of some past behavior, some attitude that we maintained while under the delusion that we were in love - and were loved in return.

I could stay out till dawn with my friends without worrying about nannies or diapers or those childhood illnesses that age mothers prematurely before turning out to be nothing.

Strange, how certain individuals keeps appearing in our lives, though not necessarily the people whom we would have chosen.

At what age do men start walking with their shoulders turned out, so their elbows are facing backwards? A man walking like that has crossed the line from young man to an old one.

Time makes it hard to remember how the racket of passion drowns out the measured voices of layalty and common sense.

Nothing fuels bravery more than the lack of the will to live.

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