A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
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Anand Thakur
A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
EDMOND ROSTANDTo offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
EDMOND ROSTANDI-I am going to be a storm-a flame- I need to fight whole armies alone; I have ten hearts; I have a hundred arms; I feel too strong to war with mortals- BRING ME GIANTS!
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
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 ROSTANDA kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
EDMOND ROSTANDTo joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.
EDMOND ROSTANDTake it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
EDMOND ROSTANDTake it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
EDMOND ROSTANDAll our souls are written in our eyes.
EDMOND ROSTANDI am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.
EDMOND ROSTANDYou must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
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 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