And all around is the desert; a corner of the mournful kingdom of sand. Pierre Loti cornerdesertkingdom Change image and share on social
I still have in my memory, almost agonizing impressions of a serious illness which I had when I was about eight years old. Those about me called it scarlet fever, and its very name seemed to have a diabolical quality. Pierre Loti agonizecalldiabolical share on social
It seems to me that it will be very wearisome to be a man. Pierre Loti manwearisome Change image and share on social
I recall feeling an almost delicious terror when one day I found myself alone in the midst of tall June grasses that grew high as my head. But here the secret working of self consciousness is almost too entangled with the things of the past for me to explain it. Pierre Loti consciousnessdaydelicious share on social
It is said that many children who live in the central provinces, away from the ocean, have a great longing to see it. I who had never been away from the monotonous country surrounding us looked forward eagerly to seeing the mountains. Pierre Loti centralchildcountry share on social
My sister and my brother, of whom I have not spoken before, were considerably older than I; it seemed almost as if we belonged to different generations. Pierre Loti belongbrotherconsiderably Change image and share on social
I still held fast to my determination to become a minister; it still seemed to me that that was my duty. I had pledged myself, in my prayers I had given my word to God. How could I therefore break my vow? Pierre Loti breakdeterminationduty share on social
The pyramid once passed there was still a short way to go before we confronted the Sphinx, in the middle of what our contemporaries have left him of his desert. Pierre Loti confrontcontemporarydesert Change image and share on social
My books were always full of ink blots, always stained and covered with smeared sketches and pictures, which one draws idly when his attention wanders from his task. Pierre Loti attentionblotbook Change image and share on social
I was at that time like a fledgling swallow living high up in a niche in the eaves, who from time to time peeps out over the top of its nest with its little bright eyes. Pierre Loti brighteaveeye Change image and share on social
