One changes from day to day, and... after a few years have passed one has completely altered. George Sand More Quotes by George Sand More Quotes From George Sand A cigar numbs sorrow and fills the solitary hours with a million gracious images. George Sand cigar hours sorrow Masterpieces are only lucky attempts. George Sand masterpiece lucky Learned women are ridiculed because they put to shame unlearned men. George Sand shame education men One wastes so much time, one is so prodigal of life, at twenty! Our days of winter count for double. That is the compensation of the old. George Sand waste twenties winter A man is not a wall, whose stones are crushed upon the road; or a pipe, whose fragments are thrown away at a street corner. The fragments of an intellect are always good. George Sand wall wisdom men When I tried to draw near, you dissolved into air before my lips could touch you... George Sand lips kissing air If they are ignorant, they are despised, if learned, mocked. In love they are reduced to the status of courtesans. As wives they are treated more as servants than as companions. Men do not love them: they make use of them, they exploit them, and expect, in that way, to make them subject to the law of fidelity. George Sand law love men A day will come when everything in my life will be changed, when I shall do good to others, when some one will love me, when I shall give my whole heart to the man whi gives ne his; neanwhile, U will suffer in silence and keep my love as a reward for him who shall set me free. George Sand heart giving men Humanity is outraged in me and with me. George Sand outraged humanity I loved [fairy stories] so, and my mother weighed down by grief had given up telling me them. At Nohant I found Mmes. d'Ardony's and Perrault's tales in old editions which became my chief joy for five or six years ... I've never read them since, but I could tell each tale straight through, and I don't think anything in all one's intellecutal life can be compared to these delights of imagination. George Sand grief mother thinking nature has not changed. The night is still unsullied, the stars still twinkle, and the wild thyme smells as sweetly now as it did then ... We may be afflicted and unhappy, but no one can take from us the sweet delight which is nature's gift to those who love her and her poetry. George Sand stars nature sweet ... when we are misunderstood it is always our own fault. What the reader wants most of all is to be able to grasp what we think; but you loftily refuse to comply. George Sand misunderstood able thinking Life is a succession of afflictions for the heart. George Sand affliction life-is heart Unrequited love is as different from the mutual love as the error from the truth. George Sand unrequited-love errors love-is Art belongs to all times and to all countries; its special benefit is precisely to be still living when everything else seems dying; that is why Providence shields it from too personal or too general passions, and grants it a patient and persevering organization, durable sensibility, and the contemplative sense in which lies invincible faith. George Sand country lying art The masses are still ungrateful or ignorant. They prefer murder, poisonings, and crimes generally to a literature possessed of style and feeling. George Sand ungrateful ignorant feelings Heavens! whatever possesses us, here below, that we mutually torment ourselves, sourly reproach our mutual faults, and mercilessly condemn all that is not cut according to our pattern? George Sand patterns cutting heaven The more you lose the right to be jealous, the more so you become! George Sand being-jealous jealous jealousy almost all novels are love stories. George Sand love-story novel stories Fame and admiration weigh not a feather in the scale against friendship and love, for the heart languishes all the same. George Sand love-and-friendship and-love heart
