Pierre Loti

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

#attention #blots #books #covered #draws

And all around is the desert; a corner of the mournful kingdom of sand. ↗

— Pierre Loti

#corner #desert #kingdom #mournful #sand

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

#astonishment #egypt #exercised #fascination #hesitation

I am surprised that I cannot recall whether my desire to become a minister transformed itself into a wish to lead the more militant life of missionary, by a slow process or suddenly. ↗

— Pierre Loti

#become #cannot #desire #i #i am

I do not exactly remember at what period I started my museum which absorbed so much of my time. ↗

— Pierre Loti

#i #i do #much #museum #my time

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

#eyes #from time to time #high #i #like

It seems to me that it will be very wearisome to be a man. ↗

— Pierre Loti

#man #me #seems #very #wearisome

My emotions lose their force when I endeavor to interpret them, and my words seem very inept. ↗

— Pierre Loti

#endeavor #force #i #inept #interpret

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

#before #belonged #brother #considerably #different

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

#country #distant #glimpses #had #home