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Эдмон Гонкур

Дата рождения: 26. Май 1822
Дата смерти: 16. Июль 1896

Эдмо́н де Гонку́р — французский писатель, прославившийся, вместе со своим братом Жюлем де Гонкуром, как романист, историк, художественный критик и мемуарист.

„Газета — естественный враг книги, как шлюха — естественный враг порядочной женщины.“

„Публика уважает и признает в конце концов только тех, кто ее сначала скандализовал, — носителей новизны.“

„Смех — это физиономия ума.“

„Смех есть веселость ума, улыбка — веселость сердца.“

„Англичане коллективно, как народ, плуты, индивидуально честны. Наоборот, французы, честные как народ, индивидуально — плуты.“

„История — это роман, который был, роман — это история, которая могла бы быть.“

„Если Бог существует, то атеизм должен казаться ему меньшим оскорблением, чем религия.“

„If there is a God, atheism must seem to Him as less of an insult than religion.“

„A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world.“

„Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.“

„A poet is a man who puts up a ladder to a star and climbs it while playing a violin.“

„I have always derived indescribable pleasure from leading a decent woman to the edge of sin and leaving her there to live between the temptation and the fear of that sin.“

„History is a novel that has been lived, a novel is history that could have been.“

„[He] went on to say that during all those years he had done nothing at all, that all he had felt had been a need to live, to live actively, violently, noisily, a need to sing, to make music, to roam the woods, to drink a little too much and get involved in a brawl.“ Pages from the Goncourt Journals

„Baudelaire had supper at the table next to ours. He was without a cravat, his shirt open at the neck and his head shaved, just as if he were to be guillotined. A single affectation: his little hands washed and cared for, the nails kept scrupulously clean. The face of a maniac, a voice that cuts like a knife, and a precise elocution that tries to copy Saint-Just and succeeds.“ Pages from the Goncourt Journals

„She was, so to speak, an impersonal creature, because of her great heart; a woman who did not belong to herself: God seemed to have made her only to give her to others.“ Germinie Lacerteux

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