Take it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
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Take it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
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 ROSTANDStay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
EDMOND ROSTANDThe dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
EDMOND ROSTANDTake it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
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 ROSTANDAnd if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
EDMOND ROSTANDThe dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
EDMOND ROSTANDA great nose may be an index Of a great soul.
EDMOND ROSTANDTo offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
EDMOND ROSTANDA great nose may be an index Of a great soul.
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 ROSTANDTo offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
EDMOND ROSTAND