Stay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
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Stay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
EDMOND ROSTANDYour neck. I want to kiss it.
EDMOND ROSTANDAll our souls are written in our eyes.
EDMOND ROSTANDMy soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.
EDMOND ROSTANDTake it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
EDMOND ROSTANDStay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
EDMOND ROSTANDTo joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.
EDMOND ROSTANDA large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.
EDMOND ROSTANDYou must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
EDMOND ROSTANDA pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
EDMOND ROSTANDA great nose may be an index Of a great soul.
EDMOND ROSTANDAnd if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
EDMOND ROSTANDIt is at night that faith in light is admirable.
EDMOND ROSTANDYour name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.
EDMOND ROSTANDMy heart always timidly hides itself behind my mind. I set out to bring down stars from the sky, then, for fear of ridicule, I stop and pick little flowers of eloquence.
EDMOND ROSTAND