I still went to church regularly every Sunday; that is we all went there together. I reverenced the family pew where we had assembled for so many years; and apart from that reason I hold it dear because it is associated in my memory with my mother. Pierre Loti assemblechurchdear 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 seems to me that it will be very wearisome to be a man. Pierre Loti manwearisome Change image and 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
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
I do not exactly remember at what period I started my museum which absorbed so much of my time. Pierre Loti absorbmuseumperiod Change image and share on social
Egypt, the Egypt of antiquity, at a later time, exercised a mysterious fascination over me. I recognized a picture of it immediately, without hesitation and astonishment, in an illustrated magazine. Pierre Loti antiquityastonishmentegypt Change image and share on social
Often, before returning home, I would take a long and roundabout way and pass by the peaceful ramparts from where I had glimpses of other provinces, and a sight of the distant country. Pierre Loti countrydistantglimpse 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
I am sure that the sad days and happenings were rare, and that I lived the joyous and careless life of other children; but just because the happy days were so habitual to me they made no impression upon my mind, and I can no longer recall them. Pierre Loti carelesschildday share on social
