“True love is eternal, infinite and always like itself. It's always equal and pure. Without violent demonstrations: It is seen with white… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Nos beaux sentiments ne sont-ils pas les poe sies de la volonte ? Aren't our best feelings poetry of the will? — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
A letter is a soul, so faithful an echo of the speaking voice that to the sensitive it is among the richest… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Un mari, comme un gouvernement, ne doit jamais avouer de faute. A husband, like a government, never needs to admit a fault. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Nothing can afford a woman greater pleasure than to hear tender words of love. The strictest, most devout woman will listen even… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
When she lives at his palace, the maiden niece of a bishop can pass for a respectable woman because, if she has… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“Happy?" asked Aquilina, with dreadful look, and a smile full of pity and terror. "Ah, you do not know what it is… — Honoré de Balzac Copy Share Image
The good we do to others is spoilt unless we efface ourselves so completely that those we help have no sense of… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Nobody loves a woman because she is handsome or ugly, stupid or intelligent. We love because we love. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Love or hatred must constantly increase between two persons who are always together; every moment fresh reasons are found for loving or… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Any man, however blase or depraved, finds his love kindled anew when he sees himself threatened by a rival. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“Some sentiment other than love united these two beings, and inspired with mutual anxiety their movements and their thoughts. Misery is, perhaps,… — Honoré de Balzac Copy Share Image
The human heart may find here and there a resting-place short of the highest height of affection, but we seldom stop in… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Le coeur d'une me' re est un ab|"me au fond duquel se trouve toujours un pardon. A mother'sheart isanabyss atthebottomof whichthere is… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong,… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Le mariage doit incessamment combattre un monstre qui de v ore tout: l'habitude. Marriage should always combat the monster that devours everything:… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Religious ecstasy is a madness of thought freed of its bodily bonds, whereas in the ecstasy of love, the forces of twin… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“The word 'love,' used in connection with the reproduction of our species, is the most odious blasphemy taught in our times.” — Honoré de Balzac Copy Share Image
Le bonheur engloutit nos forces, comme le malheur e teint nos vertus. Happiness engulfs our strength, just as misfortune extinguishes our virtues. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
“Oh, my friend, when you love, love a woman whom you are sure that you can love always. Never forsake a woman.” — Honoré de Balzac Copy Share
“You have broken the ice, though you have not even scratched its glossy surface: you have placed your hand upon the croup of the… — Honoré de Balzac Copy Share
It is quite right what they say: the three most beautiful sights in the world are a ship in full sail, a galloping horse,… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
My writing table has seen all my wretchedness, knows all my plans, has overheard all my thoughts. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
Foppery, being the chronic condition of women, is not so much noticed as it is when it breaks out on the person of the… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
Rich men are resolved to be astonished at nothing. When they see a masterpiece, they must needs at one glance recognize some flaw to… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of hypocrisy. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
White and shining virgin of all human virtues, ark of the covenant between earth and heaven, tender and strong companion partaking of the lion… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
All men can bear a familiar, definite misfortune better than the cruel alternations of a fate which, from one moment to another, brings excessive… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
The mind, too, has its regimen. It needs gymnastics, just like the body does. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles. Everything adds to it. Just as the being we love can do no wrong, so the… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share
