Death Quote by Madame De Stael — Inspiring Words on Life, Love & Wisdom

“Society develops wit, but its contemplation alone forms genius.”

“Wit lies in recognizing the resemblance among things which differ and the difference between things which are alike.”

“Society develops wit, but its contemplation alone forms genius.”

“Wit lies in recognizing the resemblance among things which differ and the difference between things which are alike.”

“I wish to live to 150 years old, but the day I die, I wish it to be with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.”

“The over-weight and out of shape guy who owned the house had apparently decided that having a half-million dollar house meant that he couldn’t afford to hire someone to clean out his gutters. Now he was dead with what looked to me like a broken neck after the ladder had slipped. He’d taken the plunge into his fancy landscaping—complete with rock garden. But hey, his fucking gutters were clean.”

“Again, the terror, the acknowledgment of wasted years and death. Valentin, responsive and confident, still nestled in his arms. His cheek touched the soft cheek and felt the brush of the delicate eyelashes. With inner desperation he pressed the child close - as though an emotion as protean as his love could dominate the pulse of time.”

“The scribbled signature black, onto the blinding global white, onto the thick soupy red.”

“И все по-ясно виждам, че нашият свят ще загине от алчността си.”