Frases de Alphonse De Lamartine

“A minha mãe acreditava, e eu penso o mesmo, que matar animais com o objectivo de comer a sua carne é uma das mais deploráveis e vergonhosas fraquezas do estado humano; que é uma daquelas pragas lançadas sobre o homem ou pela sua queda, ou pela teimosia da sua própria perversidade.”

“Amar por ser amado é humano, mas amar por amar é angelical.“”

“A mulher é uma flor que só à sombra exala o seu perfume.”

“A preocupação de cada dia em cada dia basta.”

“Só o egoísmo e o ódio têm pátria; / A fraternidade não.”

“Em todos os seus sonhos mais belos o homem nunca soube inventar coisa mais bela do que a natureza.”

“As nossas únicas verdades, homem, são as nossas dores.”

“Não há homem completo que não tenha viajado muito, que não tenha mudado vinte vezes de vida e de maneira de pensar.”

“O Homem não tem porto, o tempo não tem margem;
ele corre e nós passamos!”

“O homem é um deus despenhado, que se recorda dos céus.”

“Depois da vida, tudo quanto de mais valioso podemos dar é uma lágrima.”

“O verdadeiro amor é o fruto maduro de toda uma vida.”

“Admiramos o mundo através do que amamos.”

“Há grandeza mais verdadeira numa boa ação do que num bom poema ou numa grande vitória.”

“A coragem é a primeira das eloquências, é a eloquência do carácter.”

“É a cinza dos mortos que cria a pátria.”

“Ainsi toujours poussés vers de nouveaux rivages, Dans la nuit éternelle emportés sans retour, Ne pourrons-nous jamais sur l'océan des âges Jeter l'ancre un seul jour?”

“Estou farto de museus, cemitérios de arte.”

“Quantas vezes o coveiro encerra, sem o saber, dois corações num mesmo esquife!”

“Não pode haver glória onde não existe virtude.”

“Um só desejo basta para povoar um mundo.”

“O sentimento é a poesia da imaginação.”

“Os mesmos sofrimentos unem mil vezes mais do que as mesmas alegrias.”

“Eu sou da cor daqueles que são perseguidos.”

“Um único ser nos falta, e fica tudo deserto.”

“Uma nuvem sobre a alma cobre e descobre muito mais a terra, do que uma nuvem no horizonte.”

“Há sempre uma mulher na origem de todas as grandes coisas.”

“As lágrimas choradas durante um dia gastam mais forças do que o trabalho de um ano.”

“Beleza, presente de um dia que o Céu nos oferece.”

“É no coração que Deus colocou o génio das mulheres, porque as obras desse génio são tudo obras de amor.”

“Amemos! Gozemos da hora fugitiva! O homem não tem porto, o tempo não tem praias; corre e nós passamos.”

“Amei e fui amado; tal basta para o meu túmulo.”

“O homem é Deus pelo pensamento.”

“Esquecer-se dos mortos é esquecer-se de si próprio.”

“Love alone was left, as a great image of a dream that was erased.”

“Until the age of twelve, then, I only lived on bread, milk-food, vegetables, and fruit. My health was not less robust on this account, nor my growth less rapid, and it was to this diet, perhaps, that I was indebted for that purity of feature, that exquisite sensibility of feeling, and that serene gentleness of humor and character which I had preserved up to that period.”

“To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.”

“The doctrine of the cynics is the Ideal reversed, the parody of physical and moral beauty, the crime of mind, the degradation of imagination. I could not take pleasure in it. There was too much enthusiasm within me to permit me to crawl through those sinks of the brain. My nature had wings. The dangers to which I was exposed were above, not below.”

“The more I see of the representatives of the people, the more I admire my dogs.”

“O time, arrest your flight! and you, propitious hours, arrest your course! Let us savor the fleeting delights of our most beautiful days!”

“My mother was convinced, and on this head I have retained her firm belief, that to kill animals for the purpose of feeding on their flesh is one of the most deplorable and shameful infirmities of the human state; that it is one of those curses cast upon man either by his fall, or by the obduracy of his own perversity. She believed, and I am of the same belief, that these habits of hard-heartedness towards the gentlest animals, our companions, our auxiliaries, our brethren in toil and even in affection here below; that these immolations, these sanguinary appetites, this sight of palpitating flesh, are calculated to brutalize the instincts of the heart and make them ferocious. She believed, and I am of the same belief, that this nurture, which is seemingly much more succulent and much more energetic, contains in itself active causes of irritation and putridity, which sour the blood and shorten the days of mankind. In support of these ideas of abstinence, she quoted the innumerable gentle and pious tribes of India who deny themselves all that has had life; and the strong and healthy races of the shepherds and even of the laboring classes of our fields.”

“Utopias are often only premature truths.”

“My God! I have often regretted that I was born! I have often wished to fall back even into nothingness, rather than advance through so many falsehoods, so many sufferings, and so many successive losses, towards that loss of ourselves which we call death! Still, even in those moments of terrible faintheartedness, when despair overmasters reason, and when man forgets that life is a task imposed upon him to finish, I have always said to myself: "There are some things which I would regret not to have tasted — a mother's milk, a father's love, that relationship of heart and soul between brothers, household affections, joys, and even cares!" Our family is evidently our second self, more than self, existing before self, and surviving self with the better part of self. It is the image of the holy and loving unity of beings revealed by the small group of creatures who hold to one another, and made visible by feeling!”

“What is our life but a succession of preludes to that unknown song whose first solemn note is sounded by death?”

“The very eagle, destined to soar so high and to see so far, begins his life in the fissures of the rocks, and in his early days only sees the arid and sometimes fetid borders of his eyry.”

“I say to this night: "Pass more slowly"; and the dawn will come to dispel the night.”

“Let us love the passing hour, let us hurry up and enjoy our time.”

“My mother took me to town with her, and made me pass, as if by accident, through the yard of a slaughter-house. I saw some men, their arms naked and besmeared with blood, knocking a bull in the head; others cutting the throats of calves and sheep, and separating their still heaving limbs. Streams of smoking gore ran along the pavement. An intense feeling of pity, mingled with horror, seized upon me. I asked to be led away quickly. The thought of these scenes, the necessary preliminaries of one of those dishes of meat which I had so often seen on the table, made me take a disgust to animal food and inspired me with a horror for butchers.”

“Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated.”

“Experience is the only prophecy of wise men.”

“Silence is the winding-sheet of the past: it is sometimes impious, often dangerous to raise it. But even when it is raised piously and lovingly, the first moment is a cruel one.”

“If greatness of purpose, smallness of means, and astounding results are the three criteria of human genius, who could dare to compare any great man in modern history with Muhammad?”