45 Quotes by Anna Gavalda

Es dauerte einen Moment, bis er ihr antwortete:Nein, ich spreche von... von eurer Freiheit, glaube ich. Von dem Glück, das ihr habt, für euch zu leben und auf alles andere zu pfeifen.

Alors c'est une connerie l'amour? C'est ça? ça ne marche jamais? Si, ça marche. Mais il faut se battre. Se battre un petit peu. Un petit peu chaque jour, avoir le courage d'être soi-même.

It's a hypothesis. History won't take us far enough to confirm it. And our certainties never really hold water. One day you feel like dying and the next you realize all you had to do was go down a few stairs to find the light switch so you could see things a bit more clearly.

Echarle la culpa a los demás en lugar de a uno mismo, eso está al alcance de cualquiera, ¿sabes?

From the very moment they first showed Paulette her new house, waiting with a mixture of emotion and anxiety for her every reaction, her every comment (she made none), and for the next trick of destiny, a warm gentle wind would caress their tired faces.A caress, a truce, a balm.Sentimental healing, as someone we know might say.

- როგორი ვაჟკაცი უნდა იყო, რომ ერთ დილას, სარკეში ჩახედვისას საკუთარ თავს მკაფიოდ და გარკვევით დაუმარცვლო რამდენიმე სიტყვა: მე მაქვს შეცდომის დაშვების უფლება? ზუსტად ეს რამდენიმე სიტყვა... ვაჟკაცობა უნდა იმასაც, რომ შენს ცხოვრებას გვერდიდან შეხედო და იქ წესრიგი და ჰარმონია ვერ დაინახო.

You think they're like your pencils? That they get worn down if you use them?""What?""Feelings.

...But friends, those I wanted to please? There are so few, so few... and you're one of them. You... because you have such a gift for life. You grab hold of it with both hands. You move, you dance, you know how to make the rain and the sunshine in a home. You have this incredible gift for making people around you happy. You're so at ease, so at ease on this little planet...

He went down a step and sat with his back against his sweetheart's legs.She put her notebook on his head."Doesn't this feel good?" he asked."Very good.""Well, you should think about it, my chubby princess.""About what?""About this. How we feel here, now.""I'm not sure what you mean. You want me to look for lice?""Yeah. De-louse me and I'll es-pouse you.""Franck," she sighed."Naw, c'mon, it's a symbolic thing! I'm resting against you, and you can work on me.