You must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
EDMOND ROSTANDYou must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
EDMOND ROSTANDTake it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
EDMOND ROSTANDYour name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.
EDMOND ROSTANDYou must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
EDMOND ROSTANDI am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.
EDMOND ROSTANDAll our souls are written in our eyes.
EDMOND ROSTANDA pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
EDMOND ROSTANDTo joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.
EDMOND ROSTANDYour neck. I want to kiss it.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
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 ROSTANDI am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.
EDMOND ROSTANDThe dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
EDMOND ROSTANDTo joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
EDMOND ROSTAND