• Love lasts about seven years. That's how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace themselves

    Françoise Sagan
  • I have loved to the point of madness; that which is called madness, that which to me, is the only sensible way to love

    Françoise Sagan
  • A Strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow has always appealed to me but now I am almost ashamed of its complete egoism. I have known boredom, regret, and occasionally remorse, but never sorrow. Today it envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, and sets me apart from everybody else

    Françoise Sagan
  • She said she didn't love him, and he said it didn't matter, and the poverty of their words brought tears to their eyes

    Françoise Sagan
  • We are born crying, and for good reason,' he reflected. 'And the rest of our lives is bound to be a muted reiteration of that cry

    Françoise Sagan
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