Perk Moore

“How sad that youth, with all its power,
Was given us in vain, to burn;
That we betrayed it every hour,
And were deceived by it in turn;”
― Ivan Turgenev, On the Eve

“I love the autumn—that melancholy season that suits memories so well. When the trees have lost their leaves, when the sky at sunset still preserves the russet hue that fills with gold the withered grass, it is sweet to watch the final fading of the fires that until recently burnt within you.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Memoirs of a Madman and November

“There is always after the death of anyone a kind of stupefaction; so difficult is it to grasp this advent of nothingness and to resign ourselves to believe in it.”
― Gustave Flaubert, Madame Bovary

“If you want to be happy, it is necessary not to be too intelligent.”
― Gustave Flaubert