De l'amour (1964)
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De l'amour (1964)
De l'amour (1964) Jean Aurel
What takes place in the Soul
This is what takes place in the soul: —
Admiration.
A voice within says: “What pleasure to kiss, to be kissed.”
Hope.
—Stendhal, On Love, 1822. Published in De l'Amour (On Love) in 1988 by Delaunay.
En medio de la pasión más violenta y más contrariada, gozamos momentos en los que, de pronto, creemos que ya no amamos. Es como un manantial de agua dulce en medio del mar. Ya no sentimos casi ningún deleite en pensar en la mujer amada, y, aunque nos abrumen sus rigores, nos sentimos casi más desgraciados de no poder interesarnos ya por nada en la vida.
Stendhal, «Del amor» (cap. 15) en Del amor. Traducción de Consuelo Berges.
"In vain love, sometimes the hopelessness of finding something better leads to a certain if not very valuable friendship; this then boasts of its constancy etc. The well-known dialogue around the fireplace between Pont-de-Veyle and Madame du Deffand: (»Why, in the forty years we have been together, have we never quarreled?« - »I don't know.« - »Probably we didn't love each other at all.«)
-- Stendhal, De l'Amour
Ta peau a le parfum de l'amour un soir d'été...
V. H. SCORP
"Laissez travailler la tête d'un amant pendant vingt quatre heures, et voici ce que vous trouverez.
Aux mines de sel de Salzbourg, on jette dans les profondeurs abandonnées de la mine un rameau d'arbre effeuillé par l'hiver; deux ou trois mois après, on le retire couvert de cristallisations brillantes: les plus petites branches, celles qui ne sont pas plus grosses que la patte d'une mésange, sont garnies d'une infinité de diamants mobiles et éblouissants; on ne peut plus reconnaître le rameau primitif."
- Stendhal, De l'amour (1822)