She wanted to live, and live fully, and to give life, she who loved life! What was the good of existing, if you couldn’t give yourself? La joie de vivre (1883)
If the world is to die of misery, at any rate let it die cheerfully, and in sympathy with itself! La joie de vivre (1883)
The pride of abnegation had vanished, and she was willing that those she loved should be happy through other instrumentality than her own. La joie de vivre (1883)
Did not one spend the first half of one’s days in dreams of happiness and the second half in regrets and terrors? La joie de vivre (1883)
The ground was trembling under their feet, and they clung to the resolutions made in their calmer hours so as not to sink into the abyss. La joie de vivre (1883)