Alphonse de Lamartine

"O time, arrest your flight! and you, propitious hours, arrest your course! Let us savor the fleeting delights of our most beautiful days!"

"Let us love the passing hour, let us hurry up and enjoy our time."

"The first romantics were seers without even really realizing it: their soul’s education began by accident: abandoned trains still smoking, occasionally taking to the tracks. Lamartine was a seer now a…"

"My God! I have often regretted that I was born! I have often wished to fall back even into nothingness, rather than advance through so many falsehoods, so many sufferings, and so many successive losse…"

"Sometimes, only one person is missing, and the whole world seems depopulated."

"What is our life but a succession of preludes to that unknown song whose first solemn note is sounded by death?"

"Silence is the winding-sheet of the past: it is sometimes impious, often dangerous to raise it. But even when it is raised piously and lovingly, the first moment is a cruel one."

"Love alone was left, as a great image of a dream that was erased."