« Wake up to a sweet dream, we want to go back to sleep to keep it going; but vainly strives to pull together the waves tracks, like the folds of the dress of a woman loved disappearing behind a door that could not raise. »
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Jules Renard
Journal 1887-1892 |
Jules Renard
Journal 1887-1892
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« The fairies escape us. They are radiant and you can not grasp them, and what can't we do have, they love him forever. »
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Jules Renard
Journal 1887-1892 |
Jules Renard
Journal 1887-1892
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« Politeness requires that two people who meet together raise their umbrellas and cling. »
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Jules Renard
Journal 1893 - 1898 |
Jules Renard
Journal 1893 - 1898
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