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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.

Edmond Rostand

My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Flower Garden Oneself Satisfaction Soul
Stay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
EDMOND ROSTAND

Heart Ourselves Stay Sweet Talk
A great nose may be an index Of a great soul.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Anand Thakur
A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Ear Kiss Lips Romantic Secret
My soul, be satisfied with flowers, with fruit, with weeds even; but gather them in the one garden you may call your own.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Anand Thakur
And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Lips Reading Travel Word Yourself
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.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Flower Heart Hide Mindset Timid
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.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Flower Heart Hide Myself Time
To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Dangerous Face Hero Polite Tragedy
All our souls are written in our eyes.
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Eyes Ourselves Soul Writing
Take it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
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Fact Fantasy Myself
I-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 ROSTAND

Alone Heart Mortal Storm Strong
The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream?
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Alone Dreams Interest Life
A kiss is a rosy dot placed on the “i” in loving.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Kiss Love Myself Place
Your neck. I want to kiss it.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Kiss Neck Yourself
It is at night that faith in light is admirable.
EDMOND ROSTAND

Admire Faith Night

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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