No woman dares to refuse love without a motive, for nothing is more natural than to yield to love.
HONORE DE BALZACA mother’s happiness is like a beacon, lighting up the future but reflected also on the past in the guise of fond memories.
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Love is not only a feeling, it is also an art. A simple word, a sensitive precaution, a mere nothing reveal to a woman the sublime artist who can touch her heart without withering it.
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Want him to be more of a man? Try being more of a woman!
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There are two histories : official history, lying, and then secret history, where you find the real causes of events.
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To be happy, a man must love his wife as she chooses to be loved.
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The press is like a woman: sublime when it lies, it will not let go until it has forced you to believe it. The public, like a foolish husband, always succumbs.
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A courage which looks easy & yet is rare; the courage of a teacher repeating day after day the same lessons – the least rewarded of all forms of courage.
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All human power is a compound of time and patience.
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One should believe in marriage as in the immortality of the soul.
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Woman is closer to angels than man because she knows how to mingle an infinite tenderness with the most absolute compassion.
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Passion is universal humanity. Without it religion, history, romance and art would be useless.
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Liberty begets anarchy, anarchy leads to despotism, and despotism brings about liberty once again. Millions of human beings have perished without being able to make any of these systems triumph.
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At fifteen, neither beauty nor talent exist: a woman is all promise.
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Hope is a memory that desires, the memory is a memory that has enjoyed.
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In diving to the bottom of pleasure we bring up more gravel than pearls.
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Death is as unexpected in his caprice as a courtesan in her disdain; but death is truer – Death has never forsaken any man.
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