More quotes by Albert Cohen
Human friends, friends in hardship and in life, this is our pure love, love of mother and son.
Alone dwells every man and everyone mocks everyone else, and a deserted island is our pain.
She does not talk anymore, the one who used to talk so pleasantly.
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When, musing on companions gone,
We doubly feel ourselves alone.
I live in that solitude which is painful in youth, but delicious in the years of maturity.
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