Category: Happiness, satisfaction
For the night is already at hand, and it is well to yield to the night.
(Homer, Illiad, Book VII, v. 282)
Made it, Ma!
(Colin Firth is reading Kafka’s The Metamorphosis in the 1946 Vanguard edition.)
(Un toast pour mademoiselle)
(Nuages lointains)
(Le Bon Démon)
The joys… of love
Me encanta coma besas
I sure like the way you kiss
Yes, Lord
Miss Pinkerton proceeded to write her own name, and Miss Sedley’s, in the fly-leaf of a Johnson’s Dictionary – the interesting work which she invariably presented to her scholars on their departure from the Mall.
Thackeray, Vanity Fair, chap. I
Tu es amoureux
The clouds are lifting. The sun is breaking through
She’s so gay tonight
She’s like spring tonight
She’s a rollicking, frollicking thing tonight
So disarming, soft and charming
She is not thinking of me
No, she’s not thinking of me
(Lerner and Lowe, Waltz at Maxim’s)
Je chante sous la pluie
Voilà
I met my dream man!
Moi ce que j’ai de bien… c’est mon gauche !