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 ROSTANDAnd if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
EDMOND ROSTANDAll our souls are written in our eyes.
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 ROSTANDYour name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.
EDMOND ROSTANDA great nose may be an index Of a great soul.
EDMOND ROSTANDStay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
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 ROSTANDIt is at night that faith in light is admirable.
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 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 ROSTANDYou must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
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