45 Quotes by Anna Gavalda

The human voice is the most beautiful instrument of all, the most moving... And even the greatest virtuoso in the world will never be able to give you even a fraction of the emotion that a beautiful voice can give you. That is our share of the divine.

They were served asparagus in a mousseline sauce so delicious you could faint, then the Easter pâté à la Paulette Lestafier, then a roasted carré d'agneau accompanied by tians of tomatoes, and zucchini with thyme flowers, then a tart of strawberries and wild strawberries with homemade whipped cream.

Je vais te dire quelque chose, mon ami: c’est plus facile d’être malheureux qu’heureux, et moi, tu m’entends, je n’aime pas les gens qui choisissent la facilitê, je n’aime pas les geignards! Sois heureux, merde! Fais ce qu’il faut pour être heureux!

Oh que ça m’énerve, ça! Bien sûr, c’est plus facile de se dire qu’on est nul et ne rien faire! Bien sûr! C’est une fatalité! C’est si simple de penser qu’on est maudit! Alors quoi? Quels sont tes projects maintenant?

We can put the mattress on the floor and I'll sleep on the box springs. That okay, princess?""That's okay.""Have you seen Shrek? The cartoon?""No, why?""Because you remind me of Princess Fiona. Not quite as curvy, of course.""Of course.""C'mon... give me a hand? This mattress weighs a ton.""You're right," she groaned. "What the hell is in here?""Generations of peasants who died of fatigue.""Charming.

This girl you found us. What is she exactly- an extraterrestrial?"Philibert smiled. "A fairy.""Yeah, that's it. A fairy. You're right."And, uh, there are sexual fairies, right?

Hey.""What?""Earlier on, you didn't kiss me.""Here you go," she said, giving him a little peck on the forehead."That's it? I thought in 2004 you were going to go wild.""Have you ever kept a single one of your resolutions?""No.""Me neither.

Se pasó todo el trayecto pensativo, contemplando la noche por la ventanilla...Se había enamorado.

Me dieron ganas de cogerle la mano o el brazo mientras él miraba toda esa belleza babeando, como un pobre chucho flaco ante un hueso súper jugoso pero fuera de su alcance, y decirle bajito:Volveremos... Te prometo que volveremos... ¡Levanta la cabeza, Franck! Te prometo que algún día volveremos... Y nos quedaremos para siempre...