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 More Quotes by Edmond Rostand More Quotes From Edmond Rostand It is at night that faith in light is admirable. Edmond Rostand admirable light night The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life without a dream? Edmond Rostand what-is-life life-changing dream I have a different idea of elegance. I don't dress like a fop, it's true, but my moral grooming is impeccable. I never appear in public with a soiled conscience, a tarnished honor, threadbare scruples, or an insult that I haven't washed away. I'm always immaculately clean, adorned with independence and frankness. I may not cut a stylish figure, but I hold my soul erect. I wear my deeds as ribbons, my wit is sharper then the finest mustache, and when I walk among men I make truths ring like spurs. Edmond Rostand cutting men ideas A kiss, when all is told, what is it? An oath taken a little closer, a promise more exact. A wish that longs to be confirmed, a rosy circle drawn around the verb 'to love'. A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear, a moment of infinity humming like a bee, a communion tasting of flowers, a way of breathing in a little of the heart and tasting a little of the soul with the edge of the lips! Edmond Rostand flower taken heart I am what I am because early in life I decided that I would please at least myself in all things. Edmond Rostand i-am-what-i-am please love A large nose is in fact the sign of an affable man, good, courteous, witty, liberal, courageous, such as I am. Edmond Rostand noses witty men 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 stars flower fear 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 strong heart war She is a mortal danger without meaning to be one; she's exquisite without giving ita thought; shes a trap set by nature, a rose in which love lies in ambush! Anyone who has seen her smile has known perfection. She creates grace without movement and makes all divinity fit into her slightest gesture. And neither Venus in her shell, nor Diana striding in the great, blossoming forest, can compare to her when she goes through the streets of paris in her sedan chair. Edmond Rostand streets-of-paris perfection lying A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear. Edmond Rostand kissing secret ears To offend is my pleasure; I love to be hated. Edmond Rostand moral pleasure manners A great nose may be an index Of a great soul Edmond Rostand soul noses may And what is a kiss, specifically? A pledge properly sealed, a promise seasoned to taste, a vow stamped with the immediacy of a lip, a rosy circle drawn around the verb 'to love.' A kiss is a message too intimate for the ear, infinity captured in the bee's brief visit to a flower, secular communication with an aftertaste of heaven, the pulse rising from the heart to utter its name on a lover's lip: 'Forever. Edmond Rostand communication flower love My wit is sharper then the finest mustache, and when I walk among men I make truths ring like spurs. Edmond Rostand mustache spurs men You must believe me when I believe, and not when I doubt. Edmond Rostand i-believe doubt believe A pessimist is a man who tells the truth prematurely. Edmond Rostand pessimist telling-the-truth men Your name hangs in my heart like a bell's tongue. Edmond Rostand bells names heart Your neck. I want to kiss it. Edmond Rostand necks kissing want A kiss, when all is said, what is it? A rosy dot placed on the 'I' in loving; Tis a secret told to the mouth instead of to the ear. Edmond Rostand romantic-love kissing funny And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you'd read this letter with your lips. Edmond Rostand lips kissing letters
