A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
EDMOND ROSTANDRelated Topics
Anand Thakur
A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
EDMOND ROSTANDYour name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.
EDMOND ROSTANDIt is at night that faith in light is admirable.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
EDMOND ROSTANDYour name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.
EDMOND ROSTANDAnd if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
EDMOND ROSTANDA kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
EDMOND ROSTANDThe dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
EDMOND ROSTANDYou must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt.
EDMOND ROSTANDStay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
EDMOND ROSTANDTake it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
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 ROSTANDMy soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.
EDMOND ROSTANDStay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
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 ROSTAND