A Quote by Andre Gide

The loveliest creations of men are persistently painful. What would be the description of happiness? Nothing, except what prepares and then what destroys it. — © Andre Gide
The loveliest creations of men are persistently painful. What would be the description of happiness? Nothing, except what prepares and then what destroys it.
What would there be in a story of happiness? Only what prepares it, only what destroys it can be told.
Nothing endures except change; nothing is constant except death. Every heartbeat wounds us, and life would be an eternal bleeding to death, were it not for literature. It grants us what nature does not: a golden time that doesn't rust, a springtime that never wilts, cloudless happiness and eternal youth. [my translation]
When I realised that I had feelings for men as well as women, at first I was worried and frightened, and there was a certain amount of 'Who am I? Am I a criminal?' and so on. It took me a long time to come to terms with myself. Those were painful years - painful then and painful to look back on.
My opinion with respect to immigration is, that except of useful mechanics and some particular description of men and professions, there is no use of encouragement.
Let us not disdain glory too much; nothing is finer, except virtue. The height of happiness would be to unite both in this life.
Working as an AD and producer prepares you in the sense that you know what you have to do to make a film. But nothing prepares you for your first film.
Happiness just wasn't part of the job description back then. You tried to find a helpmate to keep the cold wind and dogs at bay. Happiness just wasn't part of the equation. Survival was.
Providence has so ordained it, that only two women have a true interest in the happiness of a man--his own mother, and the mother of his children. Besides these two legitimate kinds of love, there is nothing between the two creatures except vain excitement, painful and vain delusion.
The description is not the described; I can describe the mountain, but the description is not the mountain, and if you are caught up in the description, as most people are, then you will never see the mountain
Growth is painful. Change is painful. But, nothing is as painful as staying stuck where you do not belong.
Nothing prepares you for making art except making art. You have to do it to get better.
Nothing prepares you for making art except making art. You have to do it to get better.
Study nothing except in the knowledge that you already knew it. Worship nothing except in adoration of your true self. And fear nothing except in the certainty that you are your enemy's begetter and its only hope of healing.
My description of wisdom has nothing to do with benevolence and righteousness, it is to do with being wise in one's own virtue, nothing more. My description of being has nothing to do with benevolence and righteousness, it is that one should be led by one's innate nature, nothing more.
Success comes from persistently improving and inventing, not from persistently promoting what’s not working.
I have nothing to tell except travellers' stories, which are always tiresome, like the description of a play which was very exciting to those who saw it.
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