All our souls are written in our eyes.
EDMOND ROSTANDRelated Topics
Anand Thakur
All our souls are written in our eyes.
EDMOND ROSTAND
Take it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
EDMOND ROSTAND
A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.
EDMOND ROSTAND
Stay awhile! ‘Tis sweet,. . . The rare occasion, when our hearts can speak Our selves unseen, unseeing!
EDMOND ROSTAND
And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
EDMOND ROSTAND
A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am.
EDMOND ROSTAND
And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.
EDMOND ROSTAND
To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated.
EDMOND ROSTAND
To joke in the face of danger is the supreme politeness, a delicate refusal to cast oneself as a tragic hero.
EDMOND ROSTAND
Take it, and turn to facts my fantasies.
EDMOND ROSTAND
Your neck. I want to kiss it.
EDMOND ROSTAND
Your name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.
EDMOND ROSTAND
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
Your name hangs in my heart like a bell’s tongue.
EDMOND ROSTAND
I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things.
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