„France is herself Only in the winter, her naked self, without manners. In the fine weather, all the world can love her.“

—  James Salter, livro A Sport and a Pastime

A Sport and a Pastime (1967)

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„I love her now beyond all words; she sees it, — she reads it in my eyes, and in my whole manner towards her.“

—  Henryk Sienkiewicz, livro Without Dogma

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Contexto: I love her now beyond all words; she sees it, — she reads it in my eyes, and in my whole manner towards her. When I succeed in cheering her up, or call forth her smiles, I am beside myself with delight. There is at present in my love something of the attachment of the faithful servant who loves his mistress. I often feel as if I ought to humble myself before her, as if my proper place were at her feet. She never can grow ugly, changed, or old to me. I accept everything, agree to everything, and worship her as she is.

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„The world was reduced to the surface of her skin and her inner self was safe from all bitterness.“

—  Gabriel García Márquez, livro Cem Anos de Solidão

Fonte: One Hundred Years of Solitude (1967), p. 279, referring to Amaranta

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„Armida smiles to hear, but keeps her gaze
fixed on herself, love's labours to behold.
Her locks she braided and their wanton ways
in lovely order marshalled and controlled.
She wound the curls of her fine strands with sprays
of flowers, like enamel worked on gold,
and made the stranger rose join with her pale
breast's native lily, and composed her veil.“

—  Torquato Tasso Italian poet 1544 - 1595

Ride Armida a quel dir: ma non che cesse
Dal vagheggiarsi, o da' suoi bei lavori.
Poichè intrecciò le chiome, e che ripresse
Con ordin vago i lor lascivi errori,
Torse in anella i crin minuti, e in esse,
Quasi smalto su l'or, consparse i fiori:
E nel bel sen le peregrine rose
Giunse ai nativi giglj, e 'l vel compose.
Canto XVI, stanza 23 (tr. Wickert)
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„France is the only place where you can make love in the afternoon without people hammering on your door.“

—  Barbara Cartland English writer and media personality 1901 - 2000

The Guardian (London, Dec. 24, 1984) http://pqasb.pqarchiver.com/guardian/doc/186552723.html

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