No woman allows her lover to descend from his pedestal. Even a god is not forgiven the slightest pettiness. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
True lovers know how trifling a thing is money yet how difficult to blend with love! — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Lovers have a way of using this word, nothing, which implies exactly the opposite. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Whereas scoundrels become reconciled after knifing one another, lovers break up irrevocably over a mere glance or word. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Un homme n'a jamais pu e lever sa ma|"tresse jusqu'a' lui; mais une femme place toujours son amant aussi haut qu'elle. A… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
A woman's sentimental monkeyshines will always deceive her lover, who invariably waxes ecstatic where her husband necessarily shrugs his shoulders. — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Though your vulgarian does not readily admit that feelings can change overnight, certainly two lovers often part far more abruptly than they… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty… — Honore De Balzac Copy Share Image
Alas, two men are often necessary to provide a woman with a perfect lover, just as in literature a writer composes a… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
One can imagine the look the two lovers exchanged; it was like a flame, for virtuous lovers have not a shred of… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Your women of fashion ceases to be a woman. She is neither mother, nor wife, nor lover. She is, medically speaking, sex… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
Many of us marvel at the icy insensitivity with which women snuff out their armours. But if they did not blot out… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
At thirty years a woman asks her lover to give her back the esteem she has forfeited for his sake; she lives… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
A woman in the depths of despair proves so persuasive that she wrenches the forgiveness lurking deep in the heart of her… — 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
