Quotes About Mirbeau

#1. Great ladies ... are like the best sauces
it is better not to know how they are made.

Octave Mirbeau

#2. I did not know what she suffered from, but I knew that her malady must have been horrible; I knew that from the way she used to embrace me.

Octave Mirbeau

#3. You'd be surprised. Look, most Republicans are decent men who simply have a view of the world that is different from ours. But there is a hard core of fucking nutcases.

Ken Follett

#4. In that atrocious second I understood that desire can attain the darkest human terror and give an actual idea of hell and its horror.

Octave Mirbeau

#5. So I close my eyes, hum a single note, and silently count to ten, blanking my mind

Matthew Quick

#6. The greatest danger of a terrorist's bomb is in the explosion of stupidity that it provokes.

Octave Mirbeau

#7. Generation after generation of women have pledged to raise their daughters differently, only to find that their daughters grow up and fervently pledge the same thing.

Elizabeth Debold

#8. When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay.

Octave Mirbeau

#9. The masters of the comic spirit are often our prophets.

Penelope Gilliatt

#10. I think movies are a director's medium in the end. Theater is the actor's medium. Theater is fast, and enjoyable, and truly rewarding. I believe in great live performance.

Sam Mendes

#11. I desire her and I hate her. I would like to take her in my arms and embrace her till she smothered, till she was crushed and I could drink death from her gushing veins.

Octave Mirbeau

#12. Come now, don't make such a funeral face. It isn't dying that's sad; it's living when you're not happy.

Octave Mirbeau

#13. I was thinking of love,' I replied in a tone of reproach, 'and here you are talking to me again - forever - about torture!'
'Doubtless! since it's the same thing -

Octave Mirbeau

#14. Nature's constantly screaming with all its shapes and scents: love each other! Love each other! Do as the flowers. There's only love.

Octave Mirbeau

#15. The poor are the human manure in which grow the harvests of life, the harvests of joy which the rich reap.

Octave Mirbeau

#16. The greatest danger of bombs is in the explosion of stupidity that they provoke.

Octave Mirbeau

#17. Desire can attain the darkest human terror and give an actual ideal of hell and its horror.

Octave Mirbeau

#18. Wherever he goes, whatever he does, he will always see that word: murder - immortally inscribed upon the pediment of that vast slaughterhouse - humanity.

Octave Mirbeau

#19. Why, flowers are violent, cruel, terrible, splendid ... like love.

Octave Mirbeau

#20. I'm good. It's just a little hot and crowded in there." Like six feet, two inches of solid, gorgeous, beautiful man hot and crowded. I keep that to myself, though.

Melissa Collins

#21. Yes, there are some backs on the street
which cry for the knife.

Octave Mirbeau

#22. While all is new, all is beautiful. That is a well-known song. Yes, and the next day the air changes into another one equally well known.

Octave Mirbeau

#23. The universe appears to me like an immense, inexorable torture-garden ... Passions, greed, hatred, and lies; social institutions, justice, love, glory, heroism, and religion: these are its monstrous flowers and its hideous instruments of eternal human suffering.

Octave Mirbeau

#24. Nothing comes at all
never anything. And I cannot accustom myself to that. It is this monotony, this absolute fixity in life, that is the hardest thing for me to endure. I should like to go away from here. Go away? But where and how? I do not know, and I stay.

Octave Mirbeau

#25. Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder.

Octave Mirbeau

#26. Look here, before you and around you! There is not a grain of sand that has not been bathed in blood, and what is that grain of sand itself, if not the dust of death? But how rich this blood is, and how fertile is the dust!

Octave Mirbeau

#27. He considered it a shame when people couldn't grasp the infinite-a failure not just of imagination but of simple vision.

Jess Walter

#28. Solitude does not consist in living alone; it consists in living with others, with people who take no interest in you.

Octave Mirbeau

#29. Remorse sleeps in the atmosphere of prosperity.

Jean-Jacques Rousseau

#30. Who then understands the reciprocal flux and reflux of the infinitely great and the infinitely small, the echoing of causes in the abysses of being, and the avalanches of creation?

Victor Hugo

#31. There is a diabolical streak in me, a troublesome and inexplicable perversity.

Octave Mirbeau