Françoise Sagan Quotes
A dress makes no sense unless it inspires men to take it off of you.
One can never speak enough of the virtues, the dangers, the power of shared laughter.
The one thing I regret is that I will never have time to read all the books I want to read.
To jealousy nothing is more frightful than laughter.
Only by pursuing the extremes in one's nature with all its contradictions appetites aversions ra...
Show MoreArt must take reality by surprise.
To jealousy, nothing is more frightful than laughter.
I always believe things are going to work out.
I have loved to the point of madness that which is called madness that which to me is the only se...
Show MoreLove lasts about seven years. That's how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace ...
Show MoreI shall live badly if I do not write, and I shall write badly if I do not live.
Money may not buy happiness, but I'd rather cry in a Jaguar than on a bus.
Whisky, gambling and Ferraris are better than housework.
I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only se...
Show MoreI like men to behave like men. I like them strong and childish.
For what Luc was in fact proposing was just a game, an enticing game, but, even so, one that could d...
Show MoreFor this was the round of love: fear which leads on desire, tenderness and fury, and that brutal ang...
Show MoreIl arrive un âge où ils ne sont plus séduisants, ni «en forme», comme on dit. Ils ne peuvent plus bo...
Show MoreA Strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow....
Show MoreNicole had put on weight. This is the effect which, in three cases out of four, unhappiness has upon...
Show MoreHe was stabbed by memory, that tyrant which impinges upon our dreams and leaps at out throat as soon...
Show MoreWe make our own symbols, after the event has passed and begun to spoil.
his conscience washed clean by happiness.
Nothing becomes some women more than the prick of ambition. Love, on the contrary, may make them ver...
Show MoreHe was in that stage of love–and of liquor–where one is completely taken up with oneself, and can ge...
Show MoreSummer fell upon Paris, with everyone still intently following his own subterranean course of passio...
Show MoreWriting takes a pen, a sheet of paper and, to start with, just the shadow of an idea.
There is a certain kind of stupidity reserved for women's dealings with men.
What we love we may also despise.
Curiosity is the beginning of wisdom.
She said she didn't love him, and he said it didn't matter, and the poverty of their words brought t...
Show MoreWe are born crying, and for good reason,' he reflected. 'And the rest of our lives is bound to be a ...
Show MoreNothing brings on jealousy like laughter.
