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The moon of a bright silver, which dazzles by its shining, illumines a world which surely is no longer ours; for it resembles in nothing…
My sister and my brother, of whom I have not spoken before, were considerably older than I; it seemed almost as if we belonged to…
Often, before returning home, I would take a long and roundabout way and pass by the peaceful ramparts from where I had glimpses of other…
It is said that many children who live in the central provinces, away from the ocean, have a great longing to see it. I who…
I still went to church regularly every Sunday; that is we all went there together. I reverenced the family pew where we had assembled for…
I still have in my memory, almost agonizing impressions of a serious illness which I had when I was about eight years old. Those about…
Painting and music were the only things I worked at industriously and faithfully.
I am sure that the sad days and happenings were rare, and that I lived the joyous and careless life of other children; but just…
It seems to me that it will be very wearisome to be a man.
I do not exactly remember at what period I started my museum which absorbed so much of my time.
I was at that time like a fledgling swallow living high up in a niche in the eaves, who from time to time peeps out…
Unlike most other children, – especially unlike those of today – who are eager to become men and women as speedily as possible, I had…
I am surprised that I cannot recall whether my desire to become a minister transformed itself into a wish to lead the more militant life…
My books were always full of ink blots, always stained and covered with smeared sketches and pictures, which one draws idly when his attention wanders…
Egypt, the Egypt of antiquity, at a later time, exercised a mysterious fascination over me. I recognized a picture of it immediately, without hesitation and…
The pyramid once passed there was still a short way to go before we confronted the Sphinx, in the middle of what our contemporaries have…
Through the study of fossils I had already been initiated into the mysteries of prehistoric creations.
I recall feeling an almost delicious terror when one day I found myself alone in the midst of tall June grasses that grew high as…
And all around is the desert; a corner of the mournful kingdom of sand.
My emotions lose their force when I endeavor to interpret them, and my words seem very inept.
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