My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.
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.
More Edmond Rostand Quotes
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A pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely.
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Stay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
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All our souls are written in our eyes.
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The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
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Your name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.
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To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
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The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
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Your neck. I want to kiss it.
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All our souls are written in our eyes.
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To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
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Stay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
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A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
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A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
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My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.
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My 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.
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